[That was not the answer that Ronan was expecting, but he laughs, clapping a hand against the side of Kavinsky's head and ruffling his hair in a playful, but conspiratorial sort of way. Ronan is happy for them, which makes the feeling sort of like vertigo. Worrying he'd ruined things to finding out two of the people he cared for most were assumedly going to get married at some point in the not-too-far future.]

You asshole. Congratulations.

[He grins, hooking an arm around his shoulders after clapping him on the back a few times.]

Guess I'm not shit luck all the time. I shoulda brought-- fuck. Cigars or some shit. I'll save that for when you actually give him a ring, I guess.

[Kavinsky has a better option for a best-man, but he'd be Adam's, if he wanted him to.]