[Ronan goes quiet for a moment- he doesn't want to say, but he knows that he's dug himself in a convenient hole now. Adam looks concerned, maybe even a little preemptively hurt, and Ronan fidgets awkwardly with the straps around his wrist before shrugging unhelpfully and turning back to his soup.]

Just... dumb shit.

[Ronan doesn't eat and instead twists the spoon unhelpfully in the bowl, the metal of it clinking softly against the porcelain. He's trying to find a good way to say it, but it's hard and he doesn't want to hurt Adam, but-]

-that I'm the violent one, but you're the one who'd... [He bits his lip, before spitting it out.] -who'd hit first. Because of- you know.

[Ronan swallows hard, before lifting his gaze toward Adam, earnest and insistent and- maybe the tiniest bit fearful.]

He was worried for me. It's stupid. He didn't know anything.