[ Adam isn't actually that far away and neither did he stay away long. His hand lost a fight with a wall and he'd allowed himself a quick frustrated cry as he finished getting the anger out of his system, or at least to a manageable level. He's not sure what to say when he comes back into the room.

He looks confused at the fact that Ronan is wet. He managed to overhear the last line and that makes him feel the urge to run away. Adam's not good enough. He knows that he's never been and clearly Ronan is starting to realize that too. Just like Adam knew would always happen. ]

Ronan... you're a fucking idiot. You have so fucking little faith in how much I love you which I guess is fine because I know I'm not good... I don't know how to be good at this... I want to be with you forever and having sex with you only confirms that more even if you're so fucking stupid you could think that was anything else but perfect. [ Maybe he's still a little angry. He clenches and unclenches the sore and scraped hand, it'd probably be bruised later but he's glad he hadn't hit anyone nothing but a wall.

He's not his father. ]

I didn't plan for us to have sex but I had planned to ... You need him Ronan and you're so fucking stubborn you don't see what he provides that I ... [ His throat is getting thick and he just lifts up his hand in a gesture of surrender or exasperation. ]

It's not a choice between me and him. I'm not going to leave you ever.