Ronan scowled at Stacia but it was more perfunctory. There was less anger at her laughter and more indignation. A little. Also relief that this wasn't a big deal or whatever.

"Uh." Ronan tried to picture Adam cooking and he just thought of him at Harvard, eating take out or ramen or whatever while playing games with his crying club. His heart hurt thinking about it, even now that concerns like college and Ronan not joining him were dwarfed by other worries. "He's brilliant. Really smart." And minds me summoning monsters at three in the morning but who wouldn't? "Goes to Harvard and everything. He understands me like no one else does." The change in Ronan's disposition was not just noticeable but palpable. The (partial) unwinding of his tense muscles, the softening in his voice and gaze all pointed to one fact: Ronan was clearly in love.