[That question is enough to shatter the remaining pieces of Adam's self-control. He stands up, facing Ronan, ready to fight, as if it'll make anything better. He knows it won't. He knows it'll only make everything worse. Noah is a ghost, Ronan is furious at him, if they could reach out to each other instead of fighting - then maybe things would be better, Adam would have someone to turn to, Ronan would have a balancing presence.

But that's not what's happening here. If Adam reached out, Ronan would slap it away, and Adam would never reach out anyway. He doesn't need to. He doesn't want to. Ronan's being a shit to him and so he'll be a shit right back, even if it feels terrible, even if he knows he's going to regret it.]

How am I fixing this? How about you, for once? How about you stop putting everything on my shoulders, how about you take some fucking responsibility for once and try to fix things instead of just breaking them?

[Adam wants to break something. He wants to smash the remaining pieces of that chair, he wants to throw something or punch the wall or do something to let out some of the anger bubbling inside him. But he clenches his fists and it's enough to make him tremble with anger, controlling himself like that, it's enough to almost hurt, but he does it.

He won't be that person. He won't be his father. He's still angry, even then.]

How about you stop fucking asking me to fix everything and then getting pissed when I can't do it?