Gabriel's knees are always (skinned) wrote in repose,
Re: Car Park: Ben S/Ronan X
[Arms slip underneath the outer layer of Ben's jacket in an attempt to leech some more of that warmth. The flinch that comes at Ben's unspoken reminder of the last party is mostly swallowed up in their embrace, but he still has to grit his teeth and fist both hands in the material of Ben's shirt against his back.
He doesn't want to talk about it, would prefer not to even have to think about it at all, but Ben deserves to know. Even if it's just Ronan feeling a little desperate with the remnant twinges of anxiety, needing to know that Ben doesn't still doubt him after all these months. He presses his face a little closer against the warm skin of Ben's neck and opens up the memory to him like an offering, slowly: the sinking dread when he'd realized it was another party, the fear when the lights went out. The first panic attack that he'd had in years.]