[Ronan scoffs, takes a step back, like her open concern is offensive. Yes, he was scratching a scab into his wrist, but that's his business. Who does she think she is? Who does she think he is?]
[She doesn't think he's anyone at all.] What do you want?
[If she just fesses the fuck up, he can deny her and get it over with. Something about her makes his skin itch.]
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[She doesn't think he's anyone at all.] What do you want?
[If she just fesses the fuck up, he can deny her and get it over with. Something about her makes his skin itch.]