Ronan continued to dream, having only managed to finally fall asleep a few hours ago. In his dreams he saw his father, saw his mother, saw Adam. Twisting phantoms and ghosts, a gentle smile and smooth hands. In the dream, Adam traced along his tattoo and kissed it. It was innocent yet so very sexual at the same time, making Ronan shiver and close his eyes, melting into every touch the dreamed Adam gave him.

When he finally did crack his eyes open, it was because his mouth was dry and he was in need of water.

"Mm...?" He murmured lightly, still a bit out of it, glancing over at Adam.