Closing his eyes, Ronan entertains thoughts of punching every single one of Krem's teeth in one by one and then forces himself to take his own breath. There's a voice in the back of his head -- Adam's or Gansey's or, hell, maybe even Noah's -- telling him that shit like that isn't going to help.

Ronan still feels like he'd sure feel better for it though.

"Fuck, man. You think anyone knows what the fuck they're doing when it comes to that shit?" Ronan replies, fingers still curling through Noah's hair. "We're all just make it up as we go."