Ronan's lips curl into a frown again, unsure whether Cheng is trying to clarify or purposefully trying to be condescending. There's a rawness as he continues though, a vulnerability he exposes that makes Ronan instantly uncomfortable. This doesn't feel like it's his to hear.

Gansey's always been better with people than Ronan. All that fucking diplomacy.

"Working for what?" he asks, his tone sharp again. "His trust? He's not here, Cheng. Figured you fucking noticed that by now. You're too late."