Gabriel's knees are always (skinned) wrote in rooms,
Re: Headchat: Preston/Ronan
[He can feel Ben inside of him, rifling through the layers of his hurt and his rage with an analytical sort of interest that is the only thing tamping down Ben's own particular breed of anger -- and he hates it. Wants to gather it up within the grasp of his mind and shove it out, away, hard and unforgiving. A layer of Ben that still feels familiar despite its slow-heated fury, and something about his sister, and -
No. No, he can't have Ben coming here, can't have him finding Ronan splayed out like a broken-limbed doll on the pavement. Because for all of his zen and his peace and his serene-Buddha meditation, something inside the highest point of Ronan's stomach knows that Ben just might drag Mack out of the kitchen by the back of his chef whites and kill him.]
No. [One last outburst of denial, as he reaches up to clutch at the wall behind him and use that as an anchor to pull himself upright. No, he isn't going to let anything bad happen to Ben because of him. He tries to yank down the openness of his mind just a little, like a curtain that got stuck halfway down, leaning all of his weight on the chain. I'm fine. Don't.]