[ Ronan takes a step back, shifting his eyes from the walls back to Adam. There's a part of him that wants to touch him - something violent and barely uncontrollable, a vicious beast that craves and craves. It sends Ronan's heart hurtling against his ribs when Adam looks back at him, but he keeps a hold of himself, closing his hands into fists, the picture of calm on the outside.

His brain crashes back to the moment as he looks around again, and starts walking, determined as he steps over running vines and around tiny trees growing between the cracks of the hardwood floors. ]

Yeah, I fucking noticed. Might as well sleep outside, the way it is now.

[ He doesn't yet know that, when they'll get back to it, hours later after the party, the vegetation will have receded enough to make the loft more than pleasant to live in. Right now, he just thinks he's been given a forest and a crumbling building to deal with.

He walks around, the frown over his face deepening. ] A got a bathroom, this whole space which looks like a kitchen lounge dining room all together, and over there - [ He steps to a wall that sticks out, closing off part of the loft, ] - a bedroom. That's it.

[ There's only one bedroom. He lets Adam get to the same conclusion he is coming to by himself. ]