Later, Adam was fairly sure, meant 'not at all' or at least until he and Ronan wore Gansey down.
Whether that or the fact that they were trapped in this house was more important was something they wouldn't be able to really figure out until it was all over. Or maybe they were both part of the same puzzle, same as who all the people Adam had seen while he'd been wandering through the halls looking for anyone familiar was. His jaw was set stubbornly for a moment before he sighed and relaxed. As much as he could, anyway, when Gansey was missing months of his life and the library was doing something to his boyfriend to keep him from yelling.
"Yelling more won't make it better," he pointed out to Ronan; Ronan probably already knew it, and neither that nor Adam's input was going to make him want to any less. He wanted to reach out, mesh his fingers with Ronan's, but Gansey didn't know. And did they want to have that conversation with him again? Now?
His hand twitched toward Ronan anyway, an aborted gesture that he couldn't find a way to cover up. "What have you found out so far?"
It was a law of the universe, a constant that Adam relied on as much as he sometimes hated it: if there was a mystery, Gansey had to learn everything about it he possibly could. Hopefully this time no one would have to die to solve it.