Gabriel's knees are always (skinned) wrote in repose,
Re: Locked: Ronan/Leena
[It's not a polaroid, but a grainy snapshot, cell quality, of his apartment.]
I'll take the points for being concise, if not painting the most appealing mental picture.
I definitely know. That's how I met him, actually. We ran into each other at one of those nights, when I was a bloody flayed thing on the floor and he was a spectre. Probably one of those bullshit psycho-supernatural reflections-of-how-we-see-ourselves, or some shit.
I know I didn't, but I'm still sorry that happened to you. No one deserves to be hurt or scared. I know plenty about the damage that men can do.
Nothing at all. It's better than any drink or drug I've ever tried, by a thousandfold.
There's no goodwill. Resentment, and hurt, and anger. Frustration, because the least he could have done was give me some kind of fucking closure, right?
If you're volunteering, I would love to take the best new person I've met in a long time out for a drink. (Just don't say coffee, I'm begging you.)