[ Ronan swallows, adam's apple bobbing as the lump of dread goes down his throat, settles in his stomach, blossoms into vines that grasp at his insides. He tenses all over again, seeing blood on his father's face, his unseeing eyes. ]
Jesus fucking Christ.
[ His heart is beating out a tattoo against his ribs, painfully fast and hard. ]
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Jesus fucking Christ.
[ His heart is beating out a tattoo against his ribs, painfully fast and hard. ]
I missed you.