Gabriel's knees are always (skinned) wrote in rooms,
Re: Studio: Ben S/Ronan X
[That acceptance into Ben's arms doesn't quite manage to bring that soothing relief like he'd hoped; now he's just more desperate, clinging tight with both hands fisting in the back of Ben's shirt like he's afraid of being shook loose. His eyes feel wet behind closed lids, and then there's that word - sick. It burns like a shock to his exposed skin, arcing down his spine. That he could be sick, that he might make Ben sick, and then it's a sour taste in his mouth that twists his lips and has him peeling free of Ben's grasp. One hand comes free to cover his mouth, and he has to push back with the other. Force a step between them.
His breaths are quick again, barely rushed out against the hand that tries to hold himself just barely together before he's sucking the next one down, eyes darting desperately between two unseen points on the floor. Sick.]