"I'm good, I swear," he lied. He hated lying. It burnt against his tongue, trying to call him out. So he followed on with a half-truth. "I'm just tired, is all."

"Trouble sleeping?"

"Hmm." Ronan gave a small nod. "Stress, probably. Had a lot of things going on."

"Okay. Nothing I need to know about, right? I mean, no nasty surprises if we do go through with this?"

Which was a more than valid concern, but Ronan shook his head. He was handling his shit and as of right now, it was all contained. "No. Nothing. Promise. If we do this, my personal life wouldn't affect anything."

"That's what I...