Gabriel's knees are always (skinned) wrote in rooms,
Re: Call: Ronan/Ben
If you'd asked me before I met you, I would have said no. [With a furious scrub of his palm over his forehead, all wrinkled in consternation. His chest hurts, because Ben sounds fucking happy, and he's pretty fucking sure that this is the last time he's ever going to hear that.
And that thought, it's enough to renew the sharp, shuddering bite of Ronan's crying. He tries to hide it, pulling the phone's mic away from his mouth and pressing it into the material of his shirt.]