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[greywaren]

It helps me feel like I'm the fucked up one.

[Bluntly.]

[zen_en_vert]

Well, I mean, the reality is- you probably are?

[Says Bruce, at least apologetically.]

[greywaren]

I already was before all this space-time bullshit.

[To be honest.

And then, a little quieter.]

I'm going to protect him this time. That's why I told you to stay away from the house.

[zen_en_vert]

[His breath catches, but he nods.]

Okay. Whatever you need.

[greywaren]

Don't freak out.

[Ronan warns him, moving to sit up on one of the tables.]

I'm not saying it to be a dick.

[zen_en_vert]

I'm not freaking out. We both would know if I were freaking out, for one.

[And;]

For another, I agree with you.

[greywaren]

Yeah?

[Curiously.]

'cause I know if someone told me to stay away, I'd be pretty pissed.

[zen_en_vert]

I've been like this for nearly a decade. I know how to stay away when someone needs me gone.

[He promises, straightening up. And on that subject;]

I've got work upstairs. I'll see you later, Ronan.

[greywaren]

Yeah.

[He slides off the table reluctantly. It's impossible to feel like everything is fine between them, but Ronan doesn't know how to make it better while still retaining his aggressive protection over Gansey and Adam back at the house.

So finally he just sighs and turns back toward him.]

Look- you're my friend. Don't fucking forget that, alright?

[zen_en_vert]

[It takes him a little aback- but when Ronan corrects a couple of the assumptions he'd been making, he gives in and smiles.]

I won't.

[greywaren]

Good.

[It's important.]

I'll leave you to it.