Gabriel's knees are always (skinned) wrote in repose,
Telepathic: Ronan/Unknown
[He's up late because he has the next day off, sprawled on the couch in his apartment and working on trimming various lengths of wire mesh with a pair of battered aviation snips. The sudden invasion of wordless panic startles him, ofc, and he drops the snips on the floor with a heavy clatter and a wince. Ordinarily he would look to the corner to see if he'd woken up Ben from where he's sprawled across most of Ronan's bed, but he's too busy pressing the heels of his hands against his temples.
The panic is like a live wire, spraying white-hot sparks all over the place while it flails through the edges of his consciousness and into his mind, untethered and uninvited but almost familiar in a vague, blurry way that makes his eyes throb and feel tight in his skull. After a long moment and several deep breaths, he does not 'touch' the wire but nevertheless tries to follow it along from the source where it is pouring in unfettered and making his heart pound in his chest. He's not really successful in getting any kind of feedback from the other end, at least nothing he can interpret on his own. Not like when he's tethered to Ben's mind and the push and pull between them.
The thought is clear, a soft but deliberate nudge in the direction of the other's mind (he's trying, so carefully, not to let his anxiety filter through and prays that he's successful but honestly? He has no idea.):] What's wrong? I can't help you like this.