"Deal," he said, easily, almost devilishly, taking her hand and doing the customary bro-ish side-chest-bump thing. He decelerated the motion at the last minute to avoid bonking her face with his shoulder.

Ronan, too, was from a small town, but the oddity of his dreaming powers had disrupted his acquiring of small-town-values in the classic sense. That being said, he still had a definite soft spot for familiarity, kindness, outspokenness... all different variations of 'cutting the shit,' in his mind.

It was likely for this reason that he was feeling increasingly at ease in Airy's company. He couldn't even take issue with it. The situation was simple. If Airy was as good a person as she seemed, things would work out. If she wasn't, he'd deal with it. Somehow.

"You lead the way," he said, lifting his head in a quick nod. "Oh, and nothing hurts. I'm completely better now." After a moment, he heaved a dramatic sigh. "Never mind, that's a lie. Stuff does hurt. But can we talk about it at the cafe?"

Everything hurts. It always has.

They began to walk.

"City of Sin," he muttered to himself. "Huh. Interesting." After a moment, he turned to her. "Does that make both of us..." he glanced around the street carefully, "all of these people, sinners?"