[Ronan grudgingly follows him, somewhat mollified by his answer. Liquid in general sounds good right now, if the raging headache and upset stomach are anything to go by. Describing his powers while hungover is not the ideal scenario, but at least this will make it a bit better.
He hops up on the counter when they reach the kitchen area, quiet for a moment before he speaks:]
I dreamt about Gansey. He's allergic to bees, you know. He was running from me. When I finally caught up, he turned into those things.
[Nothing is unintentional in his dreams, in what he brings back. Even if he doesn't mean to take it, part of him wants it. Cabeswater just doesn't differentiate Ronan's logical desires from the self destructive ones, and it causes problems, results in situations like these.]
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He hops up on the counter when they reach the kitchen area, quiet for a moment before he speaks:]
I dreamt about Gansey. He's allergic to bees, you know. He was running from me. When I finally caught up, he turned into those things.
[Nothing is unintentional in his dreams, in what he brings back. Even if he doesn't mean to take it, part of him wants it. Cabeswater just doesn't differentiate Ronan's logical desires from the self destructive ones, and it causes problems, results in situations like these.]
So I took them. Now they're here.