[Once he's left in private, Ronan sets the bottle aside, shrugs off his jacket, and strips off his shirt. Then he takes up the bottle again and settles onto the floor. One gulp to warm him up. Another to ease his racing heart. Another few to get him drowsy.
He lowers the bottle beside him, then lowers himself. Eyes fluttering shut, a half-muttered prayer on his lips...
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He lowers the bottle beside him, then lowers himself. Eyes fluttering shut, a half-muttered prayer on his lips...
Ronan sleeps for over an hour.]