Everything about the scene in the library was familiar enough to strike Adam dumb for a few seconds; he watched them from the doorway and breathed through the knot of emotions in his chest. He was so happy they were there, that he had them both. He was so angry that this, whatever it was, had taken them too and was risking them again. It hadn't even been long enough to start forgetting...
"I was coming to the Barns," he told them. The chances of Ronan not answering, not being able to focus on anything but whatever it was that Gansey had remembered that was wrong, was high enough that Adam figured it was safest if he tried to get the conversation on track. "To work on my car."
That could have been almost any day in that space between then and now when Adam's car lived on cinder blocks in Ronan's driveway and Adam borrowed Ronan's BMW to get anywhere he needed to be, but there wasn't anything more special to distinguish it. He hadn't told Ronan he was going to visit his parents that day. That was a conversation that could wait. Forever, even. The trip hadn't been for anyone but Adam.
Whatever was on Ronan's fingers wasn't enough to discourage Adam from going and folding himself around him. The tension in the room was, though.