Re: First you take a drink, then the drink takes you.
Sneakin' up from behind a rubbish bin, huh? So his dreams had stolen from his favorite moves. Noted.
Wee Gael offered to ease his nightmares; he refused. Mars politely refused. Ronan explained to Gael that it was kind but a bad idea and she shouldn't come to visit him - no matter how much he begged.
"I'd like that," Ronan told the little monkey who'd attached herself around his limbs. Christ, Ronan - his own inner-monologue was exasperated. Mars understood that she probably just wanted to help and correctly pitied him. But he was also fully aware of the radioactive dumpster fire the Irishman had become. Not when (bless her good little twisted soul) she seemed to have a weakness for him. Ronan: currently a pile of weaknesses. "Ye're too good for this world, ye know that?" Ronan offered without a hint of sarcasm. His neck craned to kiss her on the top of her head, "I know," he added a bit mysteriously. "About yer mean swaddle," Ronan said. "I had ta cut Kellan out once."