The touch of Adam's finger against his own is strangely shocking. While their relationship is far from a secret, neither of them are particularly big on public displays of affection. They've never kissed outside of the confines of Hywel or Cabeswater, never so much as held hands. The easy, gentle hook of Adam's pinky feels like some kind of confirmation.

Ronan curls his own to keep Adam there, squeezing faintly. He doesn't miss the way Noah's trying to hide a smile against Adam's shoulder, but he only arches an eyebrow.

"Bowling?" he remarks, brow furrowing in confused amusement. It's not a bad idea, though. It'll be too cold for much else. "Is there actually fracking here? What the fuck."