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[greywaren]

I don't know.

[It's gritted through his teeth, and Ronan shakes his head, knots of tension in his shoulders. There's nothing he can really do- he's never been good at talking, and trying to explain just the depth of this would make him lose it so instead he refocuses, tries to find something else to latch onto.]

-just get me a list, okay? Whatever you want.

[zen_en_vert]

[He nods, and goes to get to his feet- to get those potatoes for him, and to get the paper he keeps in one of the kitchen cabinets, to begin jotting while Ronan eats.]

How are the others?

[greywaren]

[He shrugs, uselessly.]

Surviving, depending on your definition. Parrish was possessed, but whatever it is, is gone here. Gansey...

[That's a tough one to explain. Ronan himself doesn't even know all the ins and outs of whatever apparently happened after he was attacked.]

-he's here too. Alive, I think.

[zen_en_vert]

Good.

[He says, shaking himself out of it.]

What about Noah?

[greywaren]

[Ronan looks up at that, his surprise at the question barely showing in his expression before it fades back into the familiar ache.]

Gansey wanted to save him, but... that kind of thing was never possible. He's been dead for years.

[zen_en_vert]

I wonder if there's anywhere for him beyond here? If we could get this body of his out, going the other way through the door.

[greywaren]

Do you think that's possible?

[It doesn't seem like it could be, but the idea of it pulls Ronan out of his stupor a little.]

[zen_en_vert]

I don't know. We should talk to Hope about it.

Well- someone without my temper ought to.

[greywaren]

So that rules me out.

[It's a joke, kind of, but Ronan sighs afterward, actually thinking about it for a second.]

I can ask Gansey. He's in good with the gods.

[zen_en_vert]

How the hell did he manage that?

[He wonders, because Bruce- not so much.]

[greywaren]

It's Gansey.

[Ronan scoffs, despite the serious subject matter.]

Name me someone who doesn't like him.

[zen_en_vert]

I still haven't met him more than once- is he the one with the big to-do with the condoms?

[greywaren]

The- what?

[Ronan double takes a little, and it's so unexpected that he actually snorts in laughter.]

...no, that's not really his thing.

[zen_en_vert]

I'm definitely confusing him with someone else.

[greywaren]

I'll say.

[But that seems to at least lighten the mood a little.]

I didn't know there was an issue about- [Okay, Ronan is eighteen and condoms is still kind of an embarrassing word to drop in casual conversation.] -that.

[zen_en_vert]

They petitioned Delight for them and now we keep them in the clinic.

[He admits, pinching the bridge of his nose.]

It's a little like the alcohol, as far as I'm concerned; in the category of 'is this what we want to be focusing on right now?'

[greywaren]

Spoken like a man who isn't getting any.

[Is what Ronan takes out of that, a little too smug to be innocent.]

[zen_en_vert]

Spoken like the one grown up in a ten mile radius, you mean?

[greywaren]

So what you're saying is, your options are limited.

[He points out, deliberately misunderstanding the point to tease him a little.]

[zen_en_vert]

Did you ever meet my ex while she was here?

[He has to wonder, since they're kind of on the subject.]

[greywaren]

Didn't know you had an ex.

[Idly, though he doesn't seem terribly surprised.]

[zen_en_vert]

I'm forty five. I've got several.

This was the most recent one, though, and the only one to turn up in Hadriel. Natasha- redhead, assassin.

[greywaren]

Definitely didn't meet that one.

[Ronan isn't quite sure if he's impressed or amused.]

You dated an assassin.

[zen_en_vert]

Codenamed 'the Black Widow,' in fact.

[greywaren]

[Ronan shakes his head definitively, putting up a show of Not Buying It.]

Nah. Too badass for you.