Ronan came home from work, knowing that he needed to move if he wanted to be late. It wasn't as if he wouldn't have a good excuse, but he didn't think that Ben would have liked it, and if the way he was acting was any indication, he might have had a nervous break down while waiting.
He showered quickly and used a spell to dry his dreadlocks. He tied them back, quickly and put Muggle clothes on. He wore his boots with his knife in one and a gun clipped to his side under his jacket. His wand was in his trouser's pocket. Happy that the important things were with him, he ran downstairs.
"Come on, let's go or we'll be late." He kissed Ben quickly, and then put his arms around Ben as he Apparated them both to Diagon Alley. They entered Number 9 and after giving the hostess his name, they were escorted to a table at the very corner in the back. Ronan picked the seat in the corner, having his back covered and full view of the room. "Right, now, you can start breathing again. I'm sure they'll be here soon."