[ Ronan isn't crying - not completely. His eyes feel like they're burning, but tears are not falling into his hands. The voice is so unmistakably his dad's, but it's so impossible that Ronan grits his teeth, squares his shoulders in fury, rising in him like a tidal wave. ]
Don't you fucking dare - [ He looks up suddenly, eyes on this image of his father's that can't be real, like so many dreams he's had. He looks ready to strike, now, a tiger waiting for the moment to pounce. ] Fucking Keats?
[ He pushes himself off of his knees, standing with his whole body coiled as a spring, muscles tense with grief. ]
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Don't you fucking dare - [ He looks up suddenly, eyes on this image of his father's that can't be real, like so many dreams he's had. He looks ready to strike, now, a tiger waiting for the moment to pounce. ] Fucking Keats?
[ He pushes himself off of his knees, standing with his whole body coiled as a spring, muscles tense with grief. ]
Why are you here?