"I fuckin' haaaaate ye," Ronan told his brother with all the empathy of a Grumpy Cat meme. Mars had finished preparing his bowl of cereal for dinner and HAD hoped to enjoy it alone. Solitude being an overpriced luxury in the Gael-adjusted economy of the Murphy States of America.
"Next time," Ronan started a bit Michael Cane-y, "barge in here with news I don't know," but ended very Nicolas Cage-y. Mars stared Grasp in the eye and took a long, slow bite of his Fruity Pebbles. "Want some?" He offered, then moved to sit. "What do ye want me ta do 'bout it?" He finally addressed one fat elephant in the room, about the other. "Be mean to her, the one person she trusts?" Probably send her spiraling to God knew what. "I'm not tryin', Kier. I'm just being me." He added, usually that was enough to keep people away.