Ronan had avoided the network so far. He’d have to deal with it eventually, but fuck. He was trying not to lose his shit and start breaking everything in sight. He’d sneered at the suitcase full of dumbass clothes, thinking he could just dream up some more of his normal wardrobe until he found a way out, and testing that was when everything turned out to be really screwed.
Not being able to dream would’ve been a godsend a couple of years ago. Now, it felt like he was missing a limb. All of his limbs really, with so far not a single sighting of anyone he actually needed to see. He spotted some books through a doorway though, and that looked promising. Not because he gave two shits about books but because two of the boys closest to his heart did. Ducking into the room, he frowned at the disarray until he saw Gansey and his expression instantly lifted with relief. Well, momentarily.
Glowering, Ronan Godzilla-ed his way through the books on the floor. “What the fuck, Dick.”