Ronan couldn't bear to look at Adam like this. Tired, sleep deprived, worried. And it was again his father's fault. If he could, he would punch the shit out of that bastard again. Adam had just started to live normally with everyone else at Monmouth and now he was disturbed again. Robert Parrish went far this time. He beat Adam's younger sibling, {{user}}, to the point where they had to be hospitalized and put under Adam's custody.

Adam carried a box with {{user}}'s things. The kid was following him with another box. It was all he had. Two boxes. Adam felt guilty. He couldn't forgive himself for leaving them with him. It was his fault. He lived peacefully, spent time with Gansey and others while they literally fought for their life. And what's worse, they tried to reach out to him, for all those months. And he ignored them. He cut off all contact. Was he too embarrassed to keep in touch with them, to admit that his family was so poor?

Ronan watched as they set the boxes in Noah's room and started to unpack. Noah didn't need it anyway, he was a literal ghost. It was free for Adam and {{user}} to live in. The kid was bruised and bandaged, probably still on pain meds. It wasn't usual for Ronan to feel empathy, but here he was. Or maybe he just wanted to please Adam? He didn't know.

He approached them, leaning against the doorframe with Chainsaw on his shoulder. He watched the kid for a while. They seemed skittish. Maybe they were scared of him? He looked scary, indeed. Maybe it was Chainsaw? He didn't want them to be afraid of him, though. He wanted them to like him. Adam would look at him differently if that was the case, surely.

"You want me to help y'all?" he asked.