K is on the way. Blue is in the car. Gansey is in the car. Adam is in the car. Everyone is as fucking safe as he can get them for now. He doesn't respond to Adam's panic at the door not opening. The words don't register and he doesn't care. Alone with his pain and a crowbar he does was Ronan Lynch does best.
He expresses his feelings.
Only Ronan isn't good with words. He is worse with tears. Terrible with this kind of pain. There is no outlet for it. This is pain you have to endure, have to tolerate eating you up from the inside out. He can't tolerate it. His pain needs out. His anger is right behind it.
"FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING MOTHER FUCKER!" He screams at the car before smashing in the rear taillight. "STUPID PIECE OF BRITISH SHIT!" The other taillight followed in a spray of shattered red plastic. A tire hissed out air after he stabbed it with the more wicked looking end of the crowbar. His tirade didn't stop there. He yelled and he cursed and he cried until every inch of that car felt his pain and he couldn't lift the crowbar anymore. Then he crumpled to his knees in front of the car, his forehead resting against the front grill.
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Date: 2015-03-19 09:17 am (UTC)He expresses his feelings.
Only Ronan isn't good with words. He is worse with tears. Terrible with this kind of pain. There is no outlet for it. This is pain you have to endure, have to tolerate eating you up from the inside out. He can't tolerate it. His pain needs out. His anger is right behind it.
"FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING MOTHER FUCKER!" He screams at the car before smashing in the rear taillight. "STUPID PIECE OF BRITISH SHIT!" The other taillight followed in a spray of shattered red plastic. A tire hissed out air after he stabbed it with the more wicked looking end of the crowbar. His tirade didn't stop there. He yelled and he cursed and he cried until every inch of that car felt his pain and he couldn't lift the crowbar anymore. Then he crumpled to his knees in front of the car, his forehead resting against the front grill.