"Oh my god," he scoffs, but he presses his face into Bruce's shoulder all the same. Part of it brings up painful-warm memories of the last time his father hugged him, the last time Niall said he was proud- but Ronan pushes that away as they part, staring awkwardly at the ground as if he isn't flushing high in his cheeks at this point.

"What, of my place? I stopped working for the clinic, so most of my dream shit winds up in there, so it's... kind of a mad house."

All the more reason?