Ronan waited quietly as Stacia breathed. He was good at silences, the long ones used to make someone feel awkward or intimidated, but he also used it to communicate other things. Right now his silence was more of a token of respect for what Stacia went through. Though that in particular was harder to communicate given Ronan had averted his gaze in order to give her some privacy. It was such a, well, intimate moment to witness considering they barely knew each other.

Before he answered Stacia, he thought of his father and how he had only known part of the man. Declan had seen a very different side. Neither of them could relate to the stories the other told of Niall Lynch. And then he thought of Adam, who he was sure he knew better than anyone (well, maybe excluding Matthew but that was different), and how he'd changed in ways Ronan couldn't have predicted.

Finally, he nodded. "I'm not sure if you ever know enough about someone to tell their whole story. When they die, you never get the chance to hear more of it-- or answers to any questions." He shrugged but something about the gesture seemed half-hearted, an action not to express a feeling but done solely because he felt he had to do something. "People say they live on in your memory. I don't know if that's true but it's all we get."