“it's... plaskett, right?” the question is posed almost apologetically. ronan doesn't believe it's fair of his mother to persist in assigning him a bodyguard— especially one so young. the ordeal leaves a sour taste in his mouth, but the kid's not earned that ire (yet), so he swallows it bitterly. better to try a cordial approach, in the beginning; maybe it'll make it easier to slip away. “i'm sorry. they didn't tell me your first name.” / @doomdays
















