Gabriel's knees are always (skinned) wrote in rooms,
Re: House: Ben/Ronan
[Even as Ben is murmuring the words out against the unruly mess of his hair where it is matted and sticky with dried blood, no no no all blurred together like the emergency lights in the alley above him - already, Ronan is shaking his head, turning from side to side as best he can while still keeping his face pressed against Ben's clavicle. Ben's words are wrong but his mind is right, he should be sorry about leaving. He is sorry - ] M'so sorry, Ben.
[The words come out tight and strained, fighting for space in his mouth with a strangled gasp. He's really crying now, messy with wet cheeks and a nose that doesn't seem inclined to stop dripping blood all down Ben's front, and the shuddering half-sobs only come harder as he lets himself be pulled up against Ben's thighs. Because there is no hesitation in his boyfriend's instinct to pull him close, none at all. No begrudging him of the fact that he had tried to hide.]
I shouldn't have left, I should - [He's interrupted by a sudden hiccup, and it hurts his aching ribs, but Ben's hands have found the one place on his body that doesn't seem to hurt. He's more or less sitting in Ben's lap now, turned to the side, and he wraps both arms around Ben's neck like he's afraid someone might try to pull him away.] Shouldn't have run, m'so sorry, I just - [Hiccup.] I got so mad and embarrassed and I didn't want - I thought -
[The words start to get all mixed up in his brain, and he breaks off mid-sentence. Fists his hands in the back of Ben's shirt, like maybe that will keep him from leaving.]