No, [Adam says, sliding his hand up to grip Ronan's hair, possessive and steadying.] I won't nevermind.

I want you to smile the way you did before I questioned it. If Kyle makes you smile like that, I'm glad.

[He leans up to take a kiss, soft and sweet, and then lets go, nodding toward Kyle.]

Go on. I can handle his fire. The fish will... probably be fine.