[Ronan doesn't reply to the text, nor does he come by the clinic at any point within the next day or so.
There's no church in the city, there's no cars to race and crash and destroy, there's no unlucky person outside looking for a fight- but there is alcohol, which is really, the last vice he's got here. The lights in the cave are dimmed and the display on the phones reads about three am when Ronan finally stumbles up the pathway to the clinic. Muscle memory.
His shoulder sags against the door for a moment, piecing together where he is and why he's here, before Ronan steps back unsteadily and delivers a firm kick to the handle, fully intending on knocking down the fucking thing to get inside. He doesn't really know what time it is, doesn't know if anyone is inside, doesn't even think to check if the damn door is actually locked or not, but he's tired now and can't exactly remember the way home from here and a roof over his head would at least be nice.
If nobody meets him at the door then he'll eventually manage to get in, knock some tools and delicate things over, and pass out on the floor.]
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Date: 2015-12-29 04:22 pm (UTC)There's no church in the city, there's no cars to race and crash and destroy, there's no unlucky person outside looking for a fight- but there is alcohol, which is really, the last vice he's got here. The lights in the cave are dimmed and the display on the phones reads about three am when Ronan finally stumbles up the pathway to the clinic. Muscle memory.
His shoulder sags against the door for a moment, piecing together where he is and why he's here, before Ronan steps back unsteadily and delivers a firm kick to the handle, fully intending on knocking down the fucking thing to get inside. He doesn't really know what time it is, doesn't know if anyone is inside, doesn't even think to check if the damn door is actually locked or not, but he's tired now and can't exactly remember the way home from here and a roof over his head would at least be nice.
If nobody meets him at the door then he'll eventually manage to get in, knock some tools and delicate things over, and pass out on the floor.]