Gabriel's knees are always (skinned) wrote in rooms,
Re: Call: Ronan/Ben No. [It comes out harsh and loud, as the back of his hand slides over his mouth.] No, I don't want - you can't -
[He's panicking now, with the hot sear of saline dripping over his cheeks. The breathing starts to come quicker, and just a little violent.] Don't. I can't, Ben - I'm so fucking sorry -