[ Ronan swallows hard, and then takes a swig of his bottle, wanting to dull away the feelings burning in his chest. He's a curious guy, and he believes in all sorts of impossible things, but what Axel is describing sounds... well, too good to be true.
Ronan's lived knee deep in fear, death, and the fear of death for the past few years. It's his every day, now. He takes a dismissive inhale through his nose, immediately shoring himself up with his usual defenses. ]
Sounds boring, [ he repeats. He's intensely uncomfortable with the turn the conversation has taken, Axel looking full of feelings. ]
If you want a hug, or something, I'd recommend you turn to someone else. [ It's harsh and mean, but that's Ronan for you. When he's uncomfortable, he pushes back. It's quite obvious. ]
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Ronan's lived knee deep in fear, death, and the fear of death for the past few years. It's his every day, now. He takes a dismissive inhale through his nose, immediately shoring himself up with his usual defenses. ]
Sounds boring, [ he repeats. He's intensely uncomfortable with the turn the conversation has taken, Axel looking full of feelings. ]
If you want a hug, or something, I'd recommend you turn to someone else. [ It's harsh and mean, but that's Ronan for you. When he's uncomfortable, he pushes back. It's quite obvious. ]