[ Ronan takes no offense to the distance Murphy's sure to keep between them. He's got the kind of personality that takes up a lot of space, he knows. But though these fists look ready to smash into the face of the next person who steps in front of him, none of that latent fury is directed at Murphy. It's not his fault that he's forgotten. ]

Fuck if I know. I'm the third or fourth me who ever showed up here, and I don't remember the other times. It just happens. A lotta shit just happens here.

[ They come to a stop beside the highly expensive, reverently-maintained BMW that Ronan loves more than his own life. He throws open the passenger door for Murphy, then crosses to the other side to take his place behind the wheel. ]