[Really, Elijah's rather accustomed to Ronan's sporadic relationship with his phone. It just seems better than the option of reaching out to any of his closer friends, people who wouldn't understand anything more than that Dimitri was yes, an asshole. But Elijah was too. And he'd cared, even if he'd never said it. Let him think he was just- what?- something to pass the time? Fuck everything.
There was this yawning hole under his ribs, guilt and shame and the desperate wanting he hadn't known how to say.
But when he reads the text he inhales sharply. He's in his car now anyway, parked with a bottle and a pack of Dimitri's cigarettes, waiting for a worse idea.
If he couldn't get out of his head, he could at least get out of the fucking dorms. He almost doesn't know how to react. He'd expected something along the line of yeah whatever man, not that Ronan knew what it was like.]
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There was this yawning hole under his ribs, guilt and shame and the desperate wanting he hadn't known how to say.
But when he reads the text he inhales sharply. He's in his car now anyway, parked with a bottle and a pack of Dimitri's cigarettes, waiting for a worse idea.
If he couldn't get out of his head, he could at least get out of the fucking dorms. He almost doesn't know how to react. He'd expected something along the line of yeah whatever man, not that Ronan knew what it was like.]
is it killing you too?