"Forget about that part," Ronan said. "I'm talking about you. You should be the one pushing me out of windows. Thoroughly enjoying being alive. You're not just alive, you're a dreamer. You know how many people know what that feels like? Don't take that for fucking granted just because you feel guilty."
Not many, not anyone else that was still around. (He would have said "still alive", but aliveness was a bit subjective at the moment.) It was just Ronan. And now, Noah.
He looked at Noah's clothes, and the mattress. "What did you do, piss yourself?"