It's pouring now, droplets fat and heavy as they land on Ronan's head and shoulders, striking the chords of the guitar and splattering against the mossy ground. It's a roar of sound, Blue having to shout to be heard and Ronan steps toward her, partially to hear her better but mostly as an intimidation tactic. He has a foot on her, easy, but she's never backed down before.

He has no idea why this time might be different.

"Because I wanted him to hate me!" Ronan shouts, needing to be heard above the downpour both inside and out. "I need him to hate me. You don't think this goddamn fucking forest knows exactly what I want and how to give it to me?" As if summoned, the trees suddenly shudder hard enough to drop leaves soaked in rainwater, their whispers like a swarm irate bees. "Did you really never question why Adam suddenly wanted me when he could barely fucking tolerate me before he showed up here? He wasn't even into guys, he was into... into you," Ronan snarls, gesturing angrily with he guitar.

"So no, I didn't fuck Kavinsky," Ronan adds, his voice dropping now, back to venemous. "I can give you all the sordid details of what we did do if you want, but I'm completely fucking clean of any Bulgarian STDs and the worse Adam thinks of me the better."