As Ronan listened to Storm, the little thing moved from the window seat to attach himself to his leg like a mollusk in less than ten seconds. Oh. He glanced down at Rusty and his eyes moved back up to Storm's amused blue ones. Kurt looked almost smug. The kid was going to live here? Great. He hoped the kid knew he wasn't spending his days clinging to him. The boy looked pretty damned young, though. When Toad slammed the door, Ronan's stance relaxed a bit (though not much as Rusty hadn't yet released his leg). "Hey," he said to him, looking down at his small form. "Storm'll take ye for some food if ye let me go." From the look of his shabby clothes and undernourished appearance, Mars was pretty sure the greenish man hadn't taken very good care of the lad. Kurt was looking amused. Ronan shot him annoyed look. "Ye want him?" he gestured downward.
Kurt grinned at the Irishman. "If I thought he would go with me I vould, but I think you've made a friend."
That asshole. Ronan didn't have time to babysit. He looked to Storm then, "Well?" In all honesty Ronan felt sorry for the little brat, but that didn't mean he had to deal with him.