Room 330 | Monday Afternoon

[thegreywaren]

Being home, even briefly, had been good for Ronan. He hadn't even been that pissed to leave. He'd wanted to stay, even gotten into an argument with Gansey about it but Gansey had won in the end. Henrietta wasn't that far away and, if Ronan really got itchy, he'd just leave

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[smilestopscars]

Ezra hadn't actually been around lately much, either. He would blame it on getting bored of the yurts and wandering off, but really it was another Coterie thing.

He was back now. And while he hadn't really wondered too much about Ronan since finding him bloody in his car, well, he was bored now and around and checking up on the old grump gave him something to do.

He knocked on the door. A few light knocks with an obvious rhythmic quality to them.

[thegreywaren]

"What?" The word could have had a brusque quality to it but Ronan just sounded neutral. Nearly relaxed. It was the best invitation Ezra would get.

[smilestopscars]

Ezra nudged the door a little further open. Enough for him to slip his slim frame through.

"Good, you're alive."

[thegreywaren]

"Aw. Were you worried?" Ronan asked, looking over at Ezra. Chainsaw turned around at the new sound, giving Ezra an appraising look before going back to pecking at Ronan's jeans.