[Ronan isn't sure what to make of the- apology? Whatever it is. He didn't expect it and it hurt at the time, but with everything thats happened since then, it feels like such a small thing now. But Gansey's fingers are warm on his arm, reassuring and firm and Ronan doesn't know what to say, and so his head drops a little and he goes quiet.
It wouldn't be fair of him to tell Gansey what a panic they'd all been in, or that he'd had to go back into a dream to find him. That he'd risked his own life so soon after almost losing it, gone back to where his mother had died and everything was being razed to the ground- Adam had said as much back in the caves and Gansey had reacted then, and Ronan had taken it in and accepted it then.
So his jaw merely goes a little tight and he nods, looking down at Gansey's fingers for a moment before easing into the touch.]
Just don't-
[He doesn't know what Gansey looked like when he died, but he's seen it in his dreams enough to guess, and the image that presents itself in his head is unpleasant. Ronan takes a deep breath and steadies himself before refocusing on Gansey, more resolute, the vulnerable parts of him starting to creep back into the corners of his heart where they belong.]
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It wouldn't be fair of him to tell Gansey what a panic they'd all been in, or that he'd had to go back into a dream to find him. That he'd risked his own life so soon after almost losing it, gone back to where his mother had died and everything was being razed to the ground- Adam had said as much back in the caves and Gansey had reacted then, and Ronan had taken it in and accepted it then.
So his jaw merely goes a little tight and he nods, looking down at Gansey's fingers for a moment before easing into the touch.]
Just don't-
[He doesn't know what Gansey looked like when he died, but he's seen it in his dreams enough to guess, and the image that presents itself in his head is unpleasant. Ronan takes a deep breath and steadies himself before refocusing on Gansey, more resolute, the vulnerable parts of him starting to creep back into the corners of his heart where they belong.]
-don't die again.