Gabriel's knees are always (skinned) wrote in repose,
Re: Call: Ben S/Ronan X
[He's too muddled to be thinking clearly, with the sharp bite of vodka still fresh on his tongue. So he just waits, standing there in the car park and trembling from the cold because he's only wearing half a tux. (He remembers fighting to get free of the stupid bowtie when he couldn't breathe, and thinks the jacket might have been shed on the way to the compartments where he met the girl.)
He keeps the phone up to his ear just in case, until he can see Ben stepping off the train.]