[ Ronan knows that Adam dislikes the suit. It's another thing that keeps them apart from one another, Adam's absolute devotion for nature, and Ronan's dedication to help himself with technology. It's as if they are at different ends of a scale, keeping the whole thing in balance.

If only it was their only problem. Ronan knows - he knows that there are a multitude of reasons why he shouldn't go back to Adam, time and again. That he should be looking at putting him behind bars instead of pulling him into his arms. But he can't.

He simply can't. ]

Top half. [ He grins, still as sharp as ever, teeth showing. He knows he doesn't looks all that different from Sharkman, himself, when he smiles like that. Dangerous. ] Yeah. He's not from here, but he can't go back home because of his mutation, they won't let him. But they also won't let him register, because he's not a US citizen.

[ The injustice of it stings. Still, the man's a terrorist.

Ronan watches as leaves crawl up along his fingers, a flower blooming above the back of his hand. ]

I didn't. [ But neither did any gang, at least.

Carefully, Ronan pulls his hand away from Adam. The flower quickly starts withering. ] Is - is the lavender ready?