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...