Re: House: Ben/Ronan
[The blood is only a concern because it's Ronan, and it's spilt when it shouldn't be.] Oh, no, no, no. [There's nothing for Ronan to be sorry about - maybe except leaving - but he'd still hiding and its all Ben can do to pull him up and against his thighs, his weight warm and reassuring.
He wants to hold him tighter, but his hands skid over his sides, wondering where he can even touch where it won't hurt the other man, but his fingers finally interlace and lock on his hip, tug him closer, have the slow expansion of his ribs against him.] Hey, hey, I've got you now, I've got you. [And whatever did this to him -whoever - Ben will find out who it is - they're not going to do it here.
Here its just them and the dogs - tails now slowly wagging but still at the door of the kitchen - one hand leaving his hip, coming up, gentle, cautious, to smear through the blood on Ronan's cheek.] Just - God, baby, there's nothing for you to be sorry about. Nothing, okay? Nothing. I'm just glad you're home. That's it, I just want you to be here.