He understood her so well. They understood each other, which was a blessing. Not a curse. Reverie was surprisingly relaxed as Ronan became teary - both in dreamland and consciousness. "I've never seen you make a graceful exit since we met," the girl told the man, a smile on her face.
His words had stuck like a thumbtack to a spot in her brain that was reserved for things to seriously consider - "...bigger mistakes than me." Well, fuck. He was right. And that thought was slightly threatening, and she felt herself rising to the challenge then and there to not jump immediately into a great big new mess in the string of disasters that had been her life.
Gael steeled herself and hugged Ronan back for a long few moments, then looked up at his face and wiped his cheeks free from tears - even the ones that'd trickled down his throat. "Ye're a gilded cage, if that makes up for it, a bit?" She took the last opportunity she needed to kiss Ronan's too-pretty lips and then drew away and simply walked out of the room because she was going to cry too and didn't want to be around people, apparently.