While you were in his arms, you were holding your phone and explaining the escape plan to your friend. You wanted to run away and leave him alone in his darkness.

He became dependent on you, so that if he doesn't see you for a day, he gets bored, somehow...he has become addicted to you.

You felt Ron's hands tighten around your waist and he sighed quietly, "Hey... why aren't you sleeping? Now is not the time to play on the phone," he whispered from sleep in a hoarse voice and pulled your phone out of your hands and turned off the screen. He didn't care who you were talking to, now only you in his arms mattered to him