[ Ronan, for all that he's shaken to his core, keeps his eyes firmly on the fire between them, schools his features into his usual mask of calm indifference. He is good at this; he has worked on this face for a long time.

It takes him a moment to lift his eyes to Alec's, keeping himself neutral. ] Are you Catholic?

[ It seems like a fair question. ]

I guess considering what I know now I shouldn't be surprised by the idea of alternate versions of worlds. [ He's still not sure his brain is wrapping around anything that pertains this conversation, but at least, there are some things he believes wouldn't change. ] Was he still a drugged-up asshole?