[Ronan shrugged his shoulders when Elijah said it was a nice place. It was more than nice, it was... he couldn't quite put it into words beyond 'home' but it was such an important place to him. He could be himself here without worrying about what other people thought. Or what they saw.
He passed through the living room and into the kitchen, putting the vodka down on the counter to get down a pair of glasses. Juggling all three things, he headed back to the living room, setting everything down and opening the vodka. Maybe he should get something to mix it with...but maybe they also didn't want to beat around the bush when it came to getting drunk.]
What you said about Dimitri...
[He was never good at being subtle. He didn't know the best way to broach the subject so crashing headfirst into it seemed like the only real option. He might not have pried if Elijah hadn't brought it up in the first place and piqued his curiosity. He knew what it was like to blame yourself for someone's death, and not just Kavinsky's, in his case.]
no subject
He passed through the living room and into the kitchen, putting the vodka down on the counter to get down a pair of glasses. Juggling all three things, he headed back to the living room, setting everything down and opening the vodka. Maybe he should get something to mix it with...but maybe they also didn't want to beat around the bush when it came to getting drunk.]
What you said about Dimitri...
[He was never good at being subtle. He didn't know the best way to broach the subject so crashing headfirst into it seemed like the only real option. He might not have pried if Elijah hadn't brought it up in the first place and piqued his curiosity. He knew what it was like to blame yourself for someone's death, and not just Kavinsky's, in his case.]