“Where were you really?" Declan asked. When Ronan just raised an eyebrow, Declan said, "Fine, don't tell me. I assume you're just blowing off everything I told you about not chasing trouble, because that's what you do, isn't it? I keep my head down and you dream up a fucking skywriter that says 'kill me please.'"

"Goes to show," Ronan said, "you don't need a priest in the house for a sermon. We still hitting the zoo?"

Declan, to Ronan's surprise, grabbed both of Ronan's arms and propelled him to the doorway of the nave via biceps. Ronan could feel his brother's fingers digging into him. It had been a long time since either of them had landed a fist on each other's faces, but Ronan remembered it in the pressure of those fingertips.

Declan hissed in his ear, "You see that kid there? Head down? You know him, right, your baby brother? I don't know where the hell you really were, but while you were there, that kid was putting the pieces together. While you were out doing fuck all with yourself, he figured out you dreamt him. So no, we are not. Still. Hitting. The. Zoo.”