[He almost laughed, because Ronan with the jacket and nothing else was also a ridiculous sight, but he was enjoying seeing Ronan in his clothes too much. It made him feel- fuck, he didn't know how to put a word to it. It made him feel a certain way, though. Sort of like he wanted to kiss Ronan but also like he wanted to wrap him in his arms and hold him forever. He supposed he could do both at the same time, but he shouldn't. He shouldn't because Ronan had brushed him off before. And yet it didn't make him stop wanting him.]

Yeah, no kidding. I've already been working on getting in touch with people about alcohol and pyrotechnics.

[Because of course, he had. It'd been one of the first things he'd done after arriving. It was a shame there was no real place to street race, though, especially since he had his car. It'd mostly been just sitting and gathering dust since he'd gotten here.]

There's a club not too far from where I live, though. It's not a bad place.

[Nothing here was the same as Henrietta, of course, but he was learning to make do with what he had. Even with his freaky lamp friends, which had become considerably less creepy after he'd given them clothes. They liked being dressed up, and they accepted literally anything.]

It's been- [Lonely.] -does it make me a dick if I say I'm glad you're here?