Gabriel's knees are always (skinned) wrote in rooms,
Re: Telepathy: Ben/Ronan
[His head is so overwhelmed with the heady rush of Ben's determination that he's practically left swooning, with the emotional imprint of a white-knuckled grip on the wheel and the hard press of a foot against the gas pedal. He knows that Ben knows he's full of shit, but he doesn't care much. Just knows that he needs to get away.
Alright, yeah. Ben knows his route to work when he's taking the train, which means that he has to figure out an alternative.
Because there is no way that he's going to let Ben stumble onto this fucking mess. There's a steady, throbbing weight in the back of his head that rings out with solidity and violence, and fuck that - there's no way he's staying still. By the time that he's hauled himself onto unsteady feet with one hand braced against the wall behind him, he's already clamped down on the open connection of his mind. Closed off, shut down, cut off - everything, anything if it means that Ben won't be able to find him.]