Re: Times Square: Ronan/Ben
[Really, there's no hiding that it's going to be bad when he sees Ronan's wet cheeks and rimmed eyes. That bloom develops thorns though and then he speaks.
Tells.
Ben is left standing there, one hand outstretched towards his - his - boyfriend while Ronan tells him that he wanted someone else.
Almost slept with someone else.
Did something with someone else.]
Don't. [It's the only word he can say. He doesn't want to know what things Ronan did do with whoever it was, doesn't want the details, doesn't want to hear beyond the soft whine of air in his eardrums.
Did he get dropped into a vat full of ice water? Because it feels like that now, even though he knows he's in the sun and the sun should be hot on the back of his neck.] What - are you - [Is Ronan fucking with him? The tears say no. His lips go numb and he sucks in a ragged breath, only belatedly realizing he hasn't breathed since those words came out of lips that he's spent hours kissing.] What the actual fuck, Ronan?