"No," he says quietly. "You've always spilled out of yourself."
Once upon a time, Declan saw it with awe and wonder. Then terror. The wonder. Appropriate, given the stories he knows about celestial beings. Ronan is more, more than even Niall had been. Something in him cracks a little, and he wonders if he is truly so separate from both of his brothers, from everyone in their family. And he wonders if somehow, sometime soon, he's going to lose Ronan and Matthew, too.
He takes a deep breath and lets it go slowly.
"You're still my brother. And I'll be at mass on Sundays, if you decide you'd like to go."
Maybe Matthew isn't here and maybe Ronan doesn't go anymore, but Declan will. It's the one ritual they kept up even when they lived apart. If nothing else, it's a routine to keep. Something he can do here. Even if he is, ostensibly, supposed to be on some kind of vacation.
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Once upon a time, Declan saw it with awe and wonder. Then terror. The wonder. Appropriate, given the stories he knows about celestial beings. Ronan is more, more than even Niall had been. Something in him cracks a little, and he wonders if he is truly so separate from both of his brothers, from everyone in their family. And he wonders if somehow, sometime soon, he's going to lose Ronan and Matthew, too.
He takes a deep breath and lets it go slowly.
"You're still my brother. And I'll be at mass on Sundays, if you decide you'd like to go."
Maybe Matthew isn't here and maybe Ronan doesn't go anymore, but Declan will. It's the one ritual they kept up even when they lived apart. If nothing else, it's a routine to keep. Something he can do here. Even if he is, ostensibly, supposed to be on some kind of vacation.