[That kind of company. Kylo's unapologetic stare swings back to Ronan's face— how, exactly, has he not learned by now that he'll quite happily stay in the shower until interrupted... especially as the farmhouse apparently has a magically limitless supply of hot water? Having answered that question with his trademark unmoving, unblinking silence, he moves on:]
Murphy. Your... son.
[Yes, he remembers. With an almost tangibly heavy focus, he turns his attention to the boy hiding behind his taller, broader twin, weighing him up. He'd never met Murphy in person, but this one... he seems younger. Less secure.]
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Having answered that question with his trademark unmoving, unblinking silence, he moves on:]
Murphy. Your... son.
[Yes, he remembers. With an almost tangibly heavy focus, he turns his attention to the boy hiding behind his taller, broader twin, weighing him up. He'd never met Murphy in person, but this one... he seems younger. Less secure.]
Newly arrived, then.