Re: I'm bracing for the pain and I am letting go.
Instinctively, Ronan smacked Gael's hand away because he'd just woken up after all. "What?" he asked, because his mind had yet to catch up with his surroundings. When he forced his body up and laid his back against the headboard, he finally put one and thirty-one together. "Probably one of the sugar ones." Mars offered and searched his nightstand for his cigarettes. The Irishman found his pack and rifled one out. He nearly offered Gael one but thought better of it - might be considered bad form. "Well... Mexico then?" Mars smirked, placed the cigarette between his lips but didn't light it. Though, he was on the verge of chewing it, despite his cool-as-a-cucumber façade. "Just one day. What are the chances?"