[Luckily (or is it unluckily?) Ronan's still asleep, deep into a dream that has so far produced nothing tangible in this realm. The bottle of whiskey that helped guide him into unconsciousness remains clutched against his chest, half-buried under him because he's lying more or less on his stomach. He's wearing the shirt he wore yesterday, but at some point he at least managed to work his way out of his jeans, leaving him in his boxer briefs and socks he didn't get around to kicking off before he passed out.]
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