[ Ronan crosses his arms over his chest, to defend himself from the onslaught of feelings that rush over him at the mere thought that Matthew might not, actually, be fine. Because neither of them know, neither of them have any ide what it's like back home. Matthew could be gone, a mess of black ooze like the demon was. A wave of nausea hits him, and he has to stand his ground, clamping his mouth shut, his jaw clenched tight. ]
I don't know. [ The words are gritted out, hurting him as he lets them out. ] Declan, I don't know.
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[ Ronan crosses his arms over his chest, to defend himself from the onslaught of feelings that rush over him at the mere thought that Matthew might not, actually, be fine. Because neither of them know, neither of them have any ide what it's like back home. Matthew could be gone, a mess of black ooze like the demon was. A wave of nausea hits him, and he has to stand his ground, clamping his mouth shut, his jaw clenched tight. ]
I don't know. [ The words are gritted out, hurting him as he lets them out. ] Declan, I don't know.