There. That hollow feeling of going too far, of Ronan slipping away. They've never been particularly good at communicating with each other, but he should have known better. He knows Ronan.

Declan lifts his hands in a small surrender. He doesn't want to leave Ronan. He doesn't want to lose whatever tenuous bonds still hold their family together. But he also can't see anything getting better if he stays. To them, he is a hostile invader. As if he somehow did this on purpose. He's terrified for Ronan and his grasp on this power he has is tenuous.

He believes that Kylo would kill him if he loses control of it again. Ronan has seen enough family die.

"I'm going," he says quietly. Better to announce it than try to walk off otherwise. There's a few heartbeats, then he says, "I'm sorry."

And that is real.

Declan manages to find his keys in his pocket and he's sure he has a bruise or something where they dug into his leg on impact. He gives Ronan and Kylo a wide berth and his mind fills with all the missed what-ifs and prayers that he's not sure will be heard. That Ronan will be safe, that somehow they find a way back from this. In that moment he misses Matthew like a limb. It'd be nice to go home to someone that smiles at him. He thinks Jordan. Maybe she'd call him an idiot, but it'd feel good to be with someone that sees him.