[ In the same way that looking at Noah with precision can be an impossible task, it's difficult for Ronan's mind to hold a solid thought about him. He has a vague sense of who this is, now, but the details slide around whenever he tries to consider them. ]
My head's fucked. What... How long...
[ Neither of those are the right question. The right question is: ]
no subject
My head's fucked. What... How long...
[ Neither of those are the right question. The right question is: ]
How?