Noah throws his hands up. "I don't know, because you're my friends? It's bad enough we can't even live together here, and now I can't even see if you're up with insomnia because I don't want to walk in on you having sex or whatever," he says, a sullen, brooding tone to his words. He won't meet Ronan's eyes at this point, and tips over the box of crackers because he can.

"It's just different, here."