Ronan would have preferred to be treated like a doll, but here they are. His eyes slide open and finally fix on his brother. Nearly as sloppy a mess as Ronan is. Maybe that shouldn't make him feel better, but it does.

"Stop," he utters. "Stop beating yourself up. I can hear you from here. Do not make me fucking tell you it's fine."

It's not fine and Ronan will not be made a liar on top of everything else.