[Maybe he's not sure what he expected. Declan is good at nothing more than blending in, in matching the society he's in, in survival. You don't belong to Niall Lynch (and let's be honest, that's what Declan was, a first, loyal son, a soldier son) and not learn this, not if you want to keep yourself and your family alive.
His charm was always a by product of this instinct.
But he's so off guard here that when he hears Ronan's voice he's a bit shocked, a bit horrified. And maybe even more than Ronan is so out of mind that he doesn't recognize his own fucking brother at first.
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His charm was always a by product of this instinct.
But he's so off guard here that when he hears Ronan's voice he's a bit shocked, a bit horrified. And maybe even more than Ronan is so out of mind that he doesn't recognize his own fucking brother at first.
(To be fair, it's an odd angle.
To be fair, it's the back of Declan's head.
To be fair, Declan isn't supposed to be here.)]
Didn't Dad teach you shit?
[Declan looks over, bare gaze.]