Chainsaw screeched again, this time with a different tone, something surprised and delighted at once, before flying to Adam, swooping in a ring over his head, settling down on the handle of his bike.

Meanwhile, Ronan stared.

And stared.

For some reason, upon arrival, upon receiving a map and a phone he'd never use and the keys to a house he didn't want, upon throwing glass to a wall, he had never once considered he might not be alone.

"Parrish," he said, anger simmering into something quieter, shoved at the back of his head, an effect very few people were ever able to have on him. Then, nonsensically, "I would've dreamed you a better bike."

Which meant... this really wasn't a dream. Adam wasn't a dream.

He didn't even notice standing up.