"I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, Ronan. Be better. You know the best version of yourself, and we do not settle for second best, you hear me?"

Which was motivational, sure, but considering he felt like shit and flanked near last pace, nowhere near the winning contestants, the words didn't pack too much of a punch.

"I'm scared."

"I know. And I ain't? Whatever Jackson has to say, it affects you. Which effects me. But I'm all in, babes, so whatever comes, we face it. Together. And you gotta get with that, because I can't help you if you keep pushing me away. And If I can't help you, then we...