[A bridge. If Elijah was a bridge, what did that make Ronan? He had so many questions but he stayed quiet about them for now, watching the other boy quietly as he stumbled over words and as he took one of the glasses. His curiosity was piqued when he saw the glass was abruptly not empty.

That was different than what he could do. Elijah pulled dreams when he was awake, if Ronan wasn't mistaken, but he had to be asleep to do it. Wordlessly, he leaned forward to pick up the glass, sniffed at it, and after a questioning look, took a cautious sip. It was...not what he'd been expecting. It was like memories and nostalgia made physical more than the taste of actual alcohol.

Putting the glass back down, he nodded slowly. Elijah was different than he was but- how much? How much were they alike? Ronan wasn't so much impressed as he was in awe, though he wouldn't admit it. His world was ever-expanding, growing to include not just Kavinsky but now Elijah. There was so much more magic than he'd thought at first.]

What killed Kavinsky came out of his dreams.

[He said without looking at Elijah.]

I could've dreamed something better. I could have saved him.

[But he'd just stood there. He'd stood there and done nothing except dream a night horror and watch Kavinsky die and he couldn't help but feel responsible.]

You- You can take out dreams when you're awake.

[He wanted to know how it worked, he wanted to know everything, but he didn't want to pelt Elijah with questions, either.]