Gabriel's knees are always (skinned) wrote in rooms,
Re: Marvel: House of Strays: Ben S/Ronan X
[For a moment, he's so wrapped up in the weight of sadness that has been placed without ceremony on his chest that it's all he can do to keep from cursing a blue streak, or vomiting all over Ben's bedroom floor. And he's been doing so well with the nausea since that first time, too - hardly more than a dizzy spell every now and then, when a particularly violent or disruptive thought has been forced in without warning.
But he knows that Ben has missed the opportunity to fret over Ronan's pained expression, and that actually makes him feel better. It's a good thing, to know that for once he isn't contributing to the source of his roommate's worry.]
You craving anything in particular? Because I could kill for some Korean barbecue, and there's... [He slips his phone out of his pocket again, holding the device in his palm without actually activating the touch screen. His jaw goes slack for all of eight seconds and his eyes seem far-away, glazed over, while the skin of his hand tingles and burns with the communication of info.] Like, six places within walking distance.