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[Declan's shoulders lower a little. It's Ronan. It's fine. He hopes things are fine, anyway.

Remaind swoops back to Declan's shoulder, broad flat face catching his curls just a little. He nods his head a bit, breathes in and out.]

Are you?

[This is the important part.]

I came. Because Matthew was...I don't know. You weren't picking up your phone.

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