Re: First you take a drink, then the drink takes you.
Oh. Ronan was suddenly awake and seriously aware that his dream Gael had actually been Gael. His body relaxed against the mattress, regardless of her mood, she'd always lifted Ronan's. Although lately, the Irishman had graduated from a mood, to a state.
"Bullshit," Gael talked garbage to everyone. "It seemed to help," he told her of his reason to become a lab rat and chose to leave out any Gael related themes. Not that she'd drove him to it, he'd done that himself. She was merely the excuse his mind had chosen for his next phase of self-destruction.
Mars accepted the blankets by not moving. "I kick 'em off," he half explained as to why the covers weren't over him. "So you'd have to do it pretty tight," and with restraints... maybe a jacket. "Was I making too much of a dream racket?" Mars asked, more playfully than he'd intended. Gael was impossible for him to freeze out. "I'll try to keep it down, officer," he teased, meanwhile his hand found Gael's amongst the sheets.