"So we'll learn," Ronan replies with a shrug. "How fuckin' hard can it be?"

Adam leans into him and Ronan unhooks a finger from his belt loop to curl an arm around his middle instead. It's not often they get to do this, this comfortable, comforting touch. In Hywel here and there and all through Pride. Ronan remembers what Adam had said about Cheng and his friends placing bets on them back home, cheering them on. He isn't sure if it's true or even how he feels about it if it is, but he looks over at the other three across the room, considering.

"This party's lame," he says, but there's a softness in his tone. Almost fondness, but not quite.