Whether he was actually alone or not depended a lot on if he met other dreamers, he thought--but he appreciated the sentiment all the same. He just- he couldn't help but feeling anger and hurt snarl up in his chest. He'd spoken with Ronan just a few hours ago; it felt like it'd been a handful of minutes, still.

"Yeah, if I meet someone else like me." He couldn't keep the bitterness out of his voice. He'd always been pretty good at burying what he really felt, except when it came to Ronan. "He fucking laughed in my face when he realized I wanted more than just- insults and races and flipping each other off on campus."

It was never going to be you and me. It'd been days ago and it was still burned into his brain, the pain of it bleeding into his memories of his last conversation with Ronan, the misery of that bouncing off the first and doubling the hurt.

"I helped him and he used me. He stuck around long enough to get what he wanted and then just fucked off like I'm fucking nothing."