[Honestly, Ronan actually appreciates Tommy's snark. It makes the moment feel a little less serious, a little bit less like Ronan had manifested a monster from his nightmares. This wasn't something where someone could die, like those worst sorts of dreams.
He doesn't move from where Tommy left him, and he stays quiet, not wanting to draw the thing's attention, or make things any harder for the silver-haired guy that had just saved him. The fact that the moment feels a little bit lighter doesn't change that fact. It is not a long fight; there's that crack and then Tommy's hand started to blur, and suddenly the monster was just a corpse.
Ronan exhales, cursing shit softly under his breath, his tone something that's both shocked and fascinated. His world had been a very small and insulated thing: the Barns, his family, school, and the occasional trip. The idea of someone else who was impossible and didn't share his blood had never occurred to him before that moment.]
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He doesn't move from where Tommy left him, and he stays quiet, not wanting to draw the thing's attention, or make things any harder for the silver-haired guy that had just saved him. The fact that the moment feels a little bit lighter doesn't change that fact. It is not a long fight; there's that crack and then Tommy's hand started to blur, and suddenly the monster was just a corpse.
Ronan exhales, cursing shit softly under his breath, his tone something that's both shocked and fascinated. His world had been a very small and insulated thing: the Barns, his family, school, and the occasional trip. The idea of someone else who was impossible and didn't share his blood had never occurred to him before that moment.]
Hey. You're alright? I mean- thanks.