There's a biting remark just on the tip of his tongue, a reminder that Ronan's been drinking for years, that he's fucking Irish and can hold his liquor. But he knows where Adam's worry stems from, understands his reasons for worry.

So he takes another sip of water.

"Well, he's not fuckin' Kavinsky," he agrees, unimpressed by Adam's unimpressed frown. "He's just another Aglionby kid though. A rich kid surfing by on his parents' money. Everything you hate, right? Blue, too. Except she seems real fuckin' chummy with him."