Ronan wants the bottle. He wants it bad. But right then, he'd rather have K. His big dopey eyes still looking at him like he matters, while everyone else looks at him with venom in their eyes. For a few quiet moments he just sits there with his chin on his knees watching the other. He's not sure of what to say.
The bottle is left in his hand but Ronan takes hold of his wrist. Letting his legs relax he pulls, silently pleading for K to come closer. K hasn't told him how he feels and if he did Ronan would tell him he feels the same. Swept out to sea. He needs K to hold on to before he floats away.
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Date: 2015-03-22 08:46 am (UTC)The bottle is left in his hand but Ronan takes hold of his wrist. Letting his legs relax he pulls, silently pleading for K to come closer. K hasn't told him how he feels and if he did Ronan would tell him he feels the same. Swept out to sea. He needs K to hold on to before he floats away.