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[dreamkid]

We can talk all day, we can talk all night
Do whatever we like, do whatever we like

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[dreamkid]

[ Matthew lets out his breath. ]

Good. [ And then again, because he's so relieved. ] Good.

[ That still leaves him with no idea what could have happened, and no idea how to decide if he should ask or not. ]

Do you want to tell me?

[unguibusetrostro]

[He shrugs. No. He doesn't want to tell Matthew. But he has to because he's Matthew's brother and Aurora is their mother.]

[dreamkid]

[ That's not an answer and for a moment Matthew just continues looking at him, waiting for the actual words, before he realizes that Ronan isn't going to answer his question.

Matthew is hardly wise, he's barely even self-reflective, and he wants to make a good decision but he can't, not like this. He drops his gaze back down to the table and frowns at it, uncertain and worried and a little afraid, his thumbs fidgeting as he keeps trying to think it through. Between the two of them, he isn't the one who could possibly know if he's ready to hear what's going to happen in his future. ]

[unguibusetrostro]

[Ronan takes a moment, and sighs.]

For fuck's sake.

[dreamkid]

[ Matthew looks up again, at that. ]

Sorry. I don't know.

[ It's very honest, simple. He frowns a little again. ]

Can I decide later?

[unguibusetrostro]

[He thinks about it.

And nods.]