Gabriel's knees are always (skinned) wrote in rooms,
Re: Times Square: Ronan/Ben
[Ronan's eyes are wide and wet and he's shaking his head, knowing that his explanations aren't going to be enough. Knowing that if it was Ben, with someone else that he was holding and kissing, it wouldn't be alright. That he'd still hate it, with the sour rise of bile in his throat.] No, of course not - no - [His voice is crackling like fireworks, and he feels fucking dizzy, and he has to wrap both arms around his knees as he's forced to sit down where he stands.]
Of course not. [The words are spat around tears, and he's reeling under the weight of Ben's thoughts. Because he's not wrong - he wouldn't have to deal with Ben and someone else, and the slack of his promises, if he'd made them. If they'd be solid like that.]
Ben - [He's about to make his plea, with the soft tones of his promises, except that his boyfriend is thinking about Liam's particular breed of betrayal now and that makes him start sobbing harder. And that's what does it: being held up, compared to Liam with his bad choices and his inconsideration, and Ronan is crying so openly now. He's a mess, he's a wreck. Hasn't Ben ever had a sex dream? Is he destined to be held responsible to his brain's fuck-up? Well, yeah. Seems like.]