"Okay," he murmured, putting the goblet aside and putting his with it once he'd drained it of all its wine.

And he settled down onto the bed nicely, stroking Adam's hair with his fingers when the man fell against his shoulder. It took Ronan a very long time to sleep, even with the wine buzzing in his system; he was content to listen to Adam's breath, the thud of his heartbeat in a silent room, before he finally managed to close his eyes.

It had been a rough few days. At last, they could rest.