Ronan grunted a sound of agreement low in his throat, he'd remained alone because he didn't know who he could trust here. But what had seasons of mistrust gotten him? Not a whole lot, admittedly. Ronan exhaled sharply, because some truths hit harder when uttered aloud, felt unavoidable, like something he had to stare in the face. The thought of asking around rubbed him the wrong way, it felt like begging, as if he'd hit rock bottom and needed to ask- and he didn't want to, his pride bristled at the thought.
If she didn't want to try, Ronan certainly wasn't going to make her.
"So who are you then?" He asked then, not asking for a broad picture, life story response, but something more. A name maybe.
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