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Good.

[He says, shaking himself out of it.]

What about Noah?

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[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.

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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.

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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.]

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

Well- someone without my temper ought to.

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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.

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How the hell did he manage that?

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

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It's Gansey.

[Ronan scoffs, despite the serious subject matter.]

Name me someone who doesn't like him.

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

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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.

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I'm definitely confusing him with someone else.

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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.

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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?'

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Spoken like a man who isn't getting any.

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

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

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

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

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Did you ever meet my ex while she was here?

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

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Didn't know you had an ex.

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

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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.

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Definitely didn't meet that one.

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

You dated an assassin.

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Codenamed 'the Black Widow,' in fact.

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

Nah. Too badass for you.

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So I would insist.

[He promises.]

But she wasn't the kind of woman you argued with.

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[Bruce's tone makes Ronan roll his eyes with a little gagging sound, but the earlier conversation comes back to him and he refocuses quickly enough.]

She left?

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Or got sent home, or whatever else happens to people who disappear here.