Ronan brushes off the thanks with a shrug and looks away. There's still more to deal with- Gansey is still angry and Noah is still responsible and Adam is still going to worry over what will or won't happen, but for now- there's nothing else they can do but lay in separate corners of the house and pretend to sleep.

So he leaves, opening his door and slamming it shut because, to Ronan, slamming a door might as well be a punctuation mark at the end of a conversation- and this conversatin requires a particularly loud mark, even if he's not exactly angry with Adam. Besides, it can't wake anyone up if nobody is asleep, and if nothing else, at least Gansey upstairs can know that they're not talking shit anymore.

Chainsaw croons softly, a calming sort of noise, but Ronan ignores it. He hasn't slept in the same room as Adam since the last train car, when he'd crashed down on the floor near his bed. They'd all lived in the same house since then- being next to him when he might as well just be a room or two over seemed excessive, more invasive than visiting the tiny apartment above the church somehow, and so he hadn't. He doesn't now.

Instead, he flops backward into his bed, digging his palms into his eyes with a groan. Chainsaw flutters up to the bedpost and he ignores that too.

It's going to be a long night.