[Unlike Andyr, Ronan isn't remotely surprised by the outburst of emotion that Adam brings with him when he storms back in. This is hardly the worst fight they've ever had, even if it might be the most painful.

Ronan stares at Adam, unmoving. His gaze drops only briefly to Adam's hand as Andyr tends to it. That fist was rightly meant for Ronan's face, and Ronan knows it. When their eyes meet again, Ronan wonders how Adam could have possibly concluded that this was the way, that Ronan could ever need or want anything more than him. From the moment of Adam's arrival, he'd been so glad to give up everything else.

But that's the problem. Adam has decided he's the only one who gets to make sacrifices around here. And for whatever reason, Andyr agrees with him.]

I don't fucking understand either of you.

[Ronan's voice is quiet now, though. The fight has gone out of him, leaving only shame in its wake. He would walk out now if he wasn't completely soaked. And if he didn't know that would absolutely destroy Adam.]

I don't understand either of you, but I'm gonna stop pretending to. You want this for me because you love me. Okay. I don't know how to make this work if you two can barely stand to look at each other, though. I can't be in the middle of this. Not like this.