Gabriel's knees are always (skinned) wrote in rooms,
Re: House of Strays: Ronan/Ben
[All that Ronan can do is close his eyes, press them shut and breathe in against the weight that's pushing down on his chest. He doesn't know what Ben is thinking, and it almost feels like he's had a limb hacked off with the unforgiving teeth of a sawblade. But he knows that he aches, and knows that Ben is hurting just as much.
And then there's the gentle press of Ben's cheek against his hair on the top of his head, and he has to close his eyes or else he's going to feel that trickle of warm tears coming down. He wants to be strong, when Ben is being so fair. Even if he'd only be pretending.] I know. [And he does. That's the thing. After all the tears and the press of Ben's pain and confusion , it doesn't hurt him when Ben's words reach his ears. He doesn't flinch, because he knows that it has to happen. He's been thinking about it ever since he was spat out of the hotel after the party -- what if he caught something? What if it's something dangerous? What if, what if, what if.
Ronan huffs out a little sigh, his breath short and ragged as he tries to shove the hard, twisting coil of fear away for the time being. And then he can't help it, and he has to reach out and rest his palm against the top of Ben's hand, because otherwise he might start trembling and he doesn't know that he could stop.] I already made an appointment. Two days from now. I'll let you know the results, when... the next time we talk.