Gabriel's knees are always (skinned) wrote in rooms,
Re: Telepathy: Ben/Ronan
[Ronan. The echo of his own name rings out in the form of hollow bell-strikes, and now he's even more dizzy, left reeling. The most that he can manage is a tight-fisted clutch of his fists gathered up in the sleeves of his hoodie, all tugged tight like a straightjacket. But still, he knows the feeling of that mind against his own. Knows what Ben feels like, and knows that he doesn't want that sort of pain struck out with the dizzying echo of violence against his limbs.]
No. No. [The words are spoken and sworn in turn, and Ronan knows that he would do just about anything to discourage the weak-kneed presence of an insistent mind. Go away, okay?]