Declan pushes his hands through his hair and leans into the counter, weight supported on his elbows. Ronan is alive, he's okay, but none of that story makes him feel particularly good about their future. People - at least sixty, apparently - know that Ronan and Hennessy are dreamers. People that want to kill dreamers.

His hands slide to the back of his neck and he laces his fingers through, staying like that for a moment. He pushes the invasive thoughts back out of his head, particularly the images of Ronan lying dead in their driveway instead of Niall.

Then he drops his hands altogether and sits up.

"I'm glad you're okay."

Though he has serious doubts about how safe Ronan will be with Bryde.