[ he's molded himself against ronan's chest by now, head tucked onto his shoulder, forehead against his neck, body curled up as close as he can get. a small huff leaves him, hot air puffed over his collar bones. ]

Thanks, but I can handle my own romantic drama. Wouldn't be the first time I hooked up with someone violently criminal anyway.

[ emori. desert. holding him at knife point. punching him out. sending him through a mine field. the thought of her being so far away still hurts, and he's sort of glad he's drunk right now. ]