#Chapter49
He couldn't care less about the house. The place hadn't felt like home for a long time. And at this point, he wasn't even sure he cared about the things in the home, but that wasn't the point. Wasn't what it was about.
Angel tagged him before he left. Slung his arm around his shoulder and steered him into the kitchen. Made it so it was just the two of them.
/"Lecture time?/" Ronan asked in a small voice. He wasn't sure what the hell was wrong with him, but like a yo-yo, he was up and down. Gone from being a wreck, to being fine, to now feeling like paving slabs were being set against his chest.
/"No lecture./" Angel took his hands. Squeezed them tightly. /"You have my number. If you need it, use it. Even if it's just to hear my voice. Even if it's just because you need to be told your world ain't ending. Promise me, boy?/"
/"I promise,/" he swore.
