"I want you to," he insisted, not moving now that Adam was so close, pressed to his throat. Adam probably wouldn't appreciate the fact that Ronan cared more about his well-being than his own—so he didn't say it.

"I have my own, anyway. Those'll keep me safe."

They were packed away in his own trunk. Better to keep them there for the move.

Sliding his hand down, he threaded their fingers together so he could give Adam's hand a reassuring squeeze. There was still a lot to say. What they were, how things would be, all the things he missed while he was gone... and standing like this, here, with Adam, he didn't feel inclined to continue digging through the trunk.

"Okay?"