"Okay." Flicking to his contacts, he jabbed a finger to where Raven's name blared, decked out by a series of emojis and an inappropriate follow on. He still wasn't sure if it had been Ronan or Raven who'd doctored all the saved names, and he couldn't say he'd have been surprised either way. "I need you to call my brother for me, okay?"

It looked far from okay. Looked like the last thing he wanted to do. Hell, it looked like he wanted to drop to the ground, curl up in a little ball and let the grass grow over him. But tough shit. As much as it killed him...