RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"So I can get backstage passes for your show, and climb in through your apartment window from the roof, and keep a spare set of your keys at my work, but we're drawing the line at cleaning...?" Ronin lifts his gaze from the table at last, furrowing his brow and tilting his head at Bandcamp, as if unsure what the mark is either. "Listen, this... doesn't have to be anything. I don't want to make shit awkward for you." With your career or otherwise.
Running a hand back through his dark hair, he inhales deeply and lets it out again. "For the record, though, it's hard for me to get a read on things too, when on the one hand I've got your friend texting me the address for the hospital you're at and saying you'd want to see me, and on the other..." He gestures between them, obviously meaning this. "I shouldn't have touched your apartment. I'm sorry about that. I can head out if you want, give you time to yourself to figure things out."
Running a hand back through his dark hair, he inhales deeply and lets it out again. "For the record, though, it's hard for me to get a read on things too, when on the one hand I've got your friend texting me the address for the hospital you're at and saying you'd want to see me, and on the other..." He gestures between them, obviously meaning this. "I shouldn't have touched your apartment. I'm sorry about that. I can head out if you want, give you time to yourself to figure things out."
show me your darkness.
