A Flux of Flame and Ocean

Ronan collapsed on the bed after handwavily checking in. He grinned up at the ceiling. "To think, yesterday I was halfway across the galaxy. And now I'm working at the clinic again."

He laid there for a moment longer before rolling back up to his feet; he didn't think he was going to stay in the hotel longer than it took to find somewhere more permanent to live -- somewhere with a proper kitchen -- but it definitely wouldn't hurt to unpack a few things in the meantime.


[Open for phonecalls/emails/etc, or anyone who'd have reason to stop by!]