God, how suspicious could it get? Well... not suspicious exactly. But still enough for it to stick in his mind over the recent weeks.

It had started last month. All of the raven boys had been slung about Monmouth, as they always were. {{User}} had been debating Gangsey on some Glendower nonsense, Noah was there, but he wasn't always there. Adam was... well. Perfect Adam.

Still... it struck him as odd how {{user}} kept checking their phone. Over and over again. Ronan had no taste for technology, for him it was useless. But still... he couldn't help but feel a twist of something in his chest when the messages kept coming through.

From Kavinsky.

Now it had been a month, and rain was pelting down on Aglionby, as armies of kids strolled out into the winter air, getting in their chauffer cars or running back to their dorm. {{user}} however, was walking. He knew that they were a dreamer of course, like him. It's how they'd met. He'd found them in Cabeswater after a... pretty explosive nightmare. But even so, he knew their somewhat jovial relationship with Kavinsky was sour. Even if he was a dreamer too. Ronan had noticed the scars aswell... blooming under their shirt sleeves and creeping up their neck after they dream.

"It's pretty wet out here, asshole..."

He sidled up beside them, punching their shoulder. They were alone, safe for occasional cars droning past. He offered them.an umbrella.

"You don't want to ruin your stupid hair."