[ Yeah, whatever that means. Jesse isn't stopping to ask for a translation; he's heading with quick, edgy steps to the door while stuffing the two packs of cigarettes into his hoodie pocket. He snatches the door handle and opens the door - and hesitates while casting a cautious glance back into the room at Ronan.
He's looking at Ronan's back now, and though Ronan is still big and imposing looking even from the back, from this angle he almost looks vulnerable with his shoulders drawn up like that.
Jesse doesn't say anything; he steps out into the corridor and shuts the door behind him, then slumps back against the wall with a shaky sigh. Jesus. His heart is still racing.
He goes to put the unlit cigarette back between his lips because he needs a smoke badly after that, but realising it's bent with tobacco flaking out of a tear in the paper, he shoves the broken cigarette into his pocket and pulls one of the packs back out to fish out another. He lights it, inhales gratefully, closes his eyes as he exhales. As he smokes the cigarette down to the butt, almost desperately, his pulse eases and what happened back in that room starts turning over in Jesse's mind. He doesn't blame the kid for the sudden rage he'd flown into it. The fact that he's a kid, too, even if he's the creepiest kid Jesse has ever met.
It's for that reason that, whenever Ronan finally emerges from the room, Jesse is still standing out in the hallway, leaning against the wall. Almost like he's waiting for him. ]
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He's looking at Ronan's back now, and though Ronan is still big and imposing looking even from the back, from this angle he almost looks vulnerable with his shoulders drawn up like that.
Jesse doesn't say anything; he steps out into the corridor and shuts the door behind him, then slumps back against the wall with a shaky sigh. Jesus. His heart is still racing.
He goes to put the unlit cigarette back between his lips because he needs a smoke badly after that, but realising it's bent with tobacco flaking out of a tear in the paper, he shoves the broken cigarette into his pocket and pulls one of the packs back out to fish out another. He lights it, inhales gratefully, closes his eyes as he exhales. As he smokes the cigarette down to the butt, almost desperately, his pulse eases and what happened back in that room starts turning over in Jesse's mind. He doesn't blame the kid for the sudden rage he'd flown into it. The fact that he's a kid, too, even if he's the creepiest kid Jesse has ever met.
It's for that reason that, whenever Ronan finally emerges from the room, Jesse is still standing out in the hallway, leaning against the wall. Almost like he's waiting for him. ]