Once he's confronted with it, getting into the bath suddenly seems a lot more difficult than Ronan imagined. He stares for a moment, blinking rapidly because the nightwash keeps filling his eyes before he can assess the distance. He's not really sure how to step down without collapsing and he's worried Rhy won't actually be able to support his full weight if he topples right over. Wouldn't it be just perfect if his lame ass cracked Rhy's skull against the stone lip of the pool?

Ronan lowers himself down until he's practically kneeling on the tile, and only then does he shift his weight to lean on Rhy. It's an awkward almost-crawling shuffle as he gets one leg into the water, then the other.

"This is so stupid," he mutters. "I'm fucking pathetic. Look at this dumb shit."

But he manages to get in without falling. A small victory, despite his self-admonishment.