"She won't," Ronan assured him, because: a) who the fuck was this guy, and b) did he think Ronan's name was Kerah? Both of these added up to something so stupid that Ronan nearly balked. Then, the boy tried to touch him and he jerked his shoulder back.

"Don't touch me," Ronan warned. People didn't always get warnings. Maybe watching Chainsaw loop around feeling free made him feel something like that, too. Maybe he'd been in a moment of peace away from everything he already knew and some little waif was sad-sacking all over his borderline-pleasant afternoon.