[Ronan hates this. He doesn't want anyone's help. He doesn't want his nature known. He wants to fade out of sight and be left alone. For a half-second, he's nearly envious of Noah.
Before he remembers how terrible that really is.
Taking a swig of mystery liquor, Ronan looks away from Jesse. First to the far wall, then to the floor. He draws his knees up and sort of hunches further into himself.]
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Before he remembers how terrible that really is.
Taking a swig of mystery liquor, Ronan looks away from Jesse. First to the far wall, then to the floor. He draws his knees up and sort of hunches further into himself.]
There's probably a closet somewhere.