[There's a couple of things tugging at his brain, namely that Adam somehow separated from his family, too, and this Ronan guy who he was forced to be friends with would sleep on his floor for no reason. He's not going to dwell though. It's been a long evening. With that, he's sitting up and getting to his feet, stretching his arms over his head and nodding more to himself than to Adam.]
No offense, kid, but you're not my type. [He pauses then to give him another once-over.] You gonna be okay?
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No offense, kid, but you're not my type. [He pauses then to give him another once-over.] You gonna be okay?