Gabriel's knees are always (skinned) wrote in rooms,
Re: Call: Ronan/Ben
[He has to work hard to form actual words, and they still come out of his mouth coarse like slippery sandpaper. He needs to haul in a lot of breaths, and still his voice is weak with wobbling.] The door. It let me out just south of Times Square? [Like it's a question, even as his words break because he's crying harder now.]