Ronan noticed Adam’s watch then. For the first time, he was able to pull up a memory as easily as he had when he was wearing his physical body. He’d dreamt that watch for Adam when he left for Harvard. It was the closest he could come to a love letter; the language of affection had never felt right to Ronan. Clumsy. Overblown. False. Ronan speaking the language of another country, vocabulary learned from watching films on YouTube. But the watch—the watch told the time for whatever time zone
