[Ronan nods, intense and distantly satisfied, but there's something hollow about it too, the way he moves, the final acceptance of Noah's promise to try. He should push more, force him to stay, but Ronan knows that terrifying Noah so much would only have the opposite effect.
He's still not pleased, but he deflates a little, his posture fading from where it was immediately threatening, back into something just simply angry. No more demands, no more blaming, just this. Gansey is gone and Noah is dead.
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He's still not pleased, but he deflates a little, his posture fading from where it was immediately threatening, back into something just simply angry. No more demands, no more blaming, just this. Gansey is gone and Noah is dead.
He grits his teeth.]
I'm taking some of your liquor.