Gabriel's knees are always (skinned) wrote in rooms,
Locked: Ben/Ronan
[The third note winds up slipped in his wallet along with the others where they've been kept safe, having spent the last few days eliciting a fond smile from Ronan whenever he's had to pull out money or his ID. He sits down on the edge of their bed and grabs his journal, wiping a stray bit of toothpaste from the corner of his mouth with his other hand.]
Was it a nightmare about my teeth falling out uncontrollably, because I've been having that one lately. Is it bad that I haven't been to the dentist since Vegas?