Gabriel's knees are always (skinned) wrote in rooms,
Re: House of Strays: Ronan/Ben
[The single, quiet affirmation doesn't feel like it weighs anything as it slips over the place where Ronan is curled on the bed that is - was - used to be theirs. It washes over him and rolls off like water on a duck's back, and he slides both of his arms around the pillow again and pulls it tighter.
He doesn't flinch under that familiar touch of Ben's hand on his ankle. Maybe just because he wants to savour it. Remember.]
Yeah. [It comes out muffled against the pillowcase, and it's all he can manage. His eyes are shut, and every bone in his body feels heavy and tired, but he listens to the creak of every floorboard as Ben walks away from - as Ben walks away. Out of the front door.
Everything is tired, but he won't be sleeping soon.]