Ronan sat there, letting Ben work out whatever was going through his head. He smiled in response to comment. "It reflects its owner's mood. You'll find your inspiration again." He knew that all of this silence was getting to Ben.
He opened his arms and held Ben close. He kissed him, but it had little to do with sex, and everything to do with familiarity and comfort and just being there for his lover. "Sometimes, there's nothing to do but hope and pray."