You can't make me.

[He says simply, in the wake of Adam's destroyed voice, of his anger, of his heartbreak. The double looks at him, the intensity of his expression softening into something a bit more curious and he steps forward, lifting an arm up partway, as if he has half a mind to extend it toward Adam.]

What if I stayed here? [He asks a little more innocently this time, but the look in his eyes is far from naive. Adam can't hurt him- he won't, not when he looks like Ronan, not when Adam is so afraid of himself. Ronan's face is an advantage, and it's all that this copy of him needs to completely destroy the other person in the room right now.

He tilts his head, offering a little smile.]

We could pretend. Go downstairs and finish eating... I could crawl in bed with you like he did, do all the things with you that he would do.

[It's an offer, for all that he knows that Adam will vehemently refuse it. The double takes another small step forward- not nearly crossing the room to him, but closing the distance on Adam like the kindest of predators.]

You loved me, just a few minutes ago. You could love me again.