[There's a flicker of curiosity on his face as he processes that introduction, that exos are a type, not a specific. He does appreciate the way that Cayde doesn't focus on him too much- it gives Ronan the space to try and make himself seem a little bit less obvious about the fact that his emotions and specifically his grief was so raw, to rub to moisture from his glassy eyes.]
Ronan.
[He offers it easily, genuine and without suspicion. He was the favorite, insulated from the darkness and paranoia that courted his older brother. After a moment there's a glint of helpless amusement in his eyes at the way that Cayde sizes up the wall, the way that he moves. If nothing else it's something else to focus on, even if it doesn't change the hurt in his chest. He's quiet for a moment, seeming to consider the words.]
Maybe you're right. But you've gotta put your foot down once in a while.
[But he nods at the question, a bit of a helpless shrug to his shoulders.]
oh i made him a separate account sorry for switching journals lol
Ronan.
[He offers it easily, genuine and without suspicion. He was the favorite, insulated from the darkness and paranoia that courted his older brother. After a moment there's a glint of helpless amusement in his eyes at the way that Cayde sizes up the wall, the way that he moves. If nothing else it's something else to focus on, even if it doesn't change the hurt in his chest. He's quiet for a moment, seeming to consider the words.]
Maybe you're right. But you've gotta put your foot down once in a while.
[But he nods at the question, a bit of a helpless shrug to his shoulders.]
Yeah. What about you?