A Flux of Flame and Ocean

Ronan stepped quietly into his room, hoping not to wake John (assuming, of course, that he was there -- Ronan did have to allow that he could easily have been elsewhere for the night, just as Ronan had). He'd snuck out of Johnny's room before anyone else was awake, and made his way back up the dorms.

On stepping inside, he made his way to his bed where he lay down on top of the cover, not sleeping, just staring at the ceiling and thinking about the previous night. Things had gone... a way he hadn't actually expected. Although he felt that, perhaps, he should have.


(OOC: For the roomie, if he wants it. I'll be off and on all day, so it might be a bit SP-ish.)