[ Ronan takes a breath, sharp and painful, like his lungs can't take it. He lets his hands drop from Adam's face and arm, regaining some of his composure - he's never been much of a touchy-feely kind of guy, even if he finds himself yearning for Adam all the time. In private, it's easier.

They're not in private. ]

You found your daemon yet? Mine explained it to me. We left - our Earth, the world we know. This is not it. That's why you can't feel it. There's no Cabeswater here.