The look on Ronan's face is uncomfortable, too; Declan can't recall many times when his brother has looked apologetic. Not at him. He sets aside the measure of one or two Ronans ago. He can only handle one at a time.

It takes Ronan mentioning the cold for Declan to remember it. He doesn't have gloves and the numbness in his fingers might be from the chill as much as this particular reunion.

"Yeah, come on."

Rather than living in government housing with several strangers as roommates, Declan managed to get an apartment alone. When they arrive, it isn't all that different from the townhouse in Alexandria. Aesthetically pleasing. Utterly forgettable. He could have been here for hours or years and it wouldn't make a difference. It's warm, at least.

Declan hangs his coat and his scarf on a peg by the door and absently pulls his shirt sleeve down over his tattoo. He doesn't like that at all, but taking a knife to it apparently isn't a viable option.

"This is it."

Unlike the townhouse, which had been left to him by Niall, this particularly humble abode is government-funded.