for Blue / Ronan

[iwasmore]

Noah existed in the grocery store, which didn't make much sense seeing as he couldn't eat. Sometimes he bought food for the ducks, or a surprise snack for Krem, but beyond that the grocery store was a useless place for him to visit. He felt the pull of a friend nearby, and maybe that had brought him there. He started searching the aisles, but got distracted by a display for Oreos - he missed Oreos - and nearly ran, bodily, right into someone. "Sorry!"

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[iwasmore]

Noah let out a little squeak, but smiled when he realized it was Ronan. He patted Ronan's hand.

"I wasn't. I must have been looking for you," he replied, and looked Ronan over for a hand basket or a cart. "I hope you're buying something healthy."

[thedreamthief]

Ronan's basket currently holds a party-sized bag of Doritos, two dozen apples, one loaf of bread, and four-pack of toilet paper. He grabs a packet of Oreos off the display Noah's been eying and adds it to his basket.

"There. All well and balanced."

[iwasmore]

Noah looks longingly at the Oreos and sighs. His attention is distracted by the giant pile of apples, though. He may not eat anymore, but he likes to think he remembers what an average amount of apples a person would need to buy to eat looks like.

"Are you shopping for you and Adam?"

[thedreamthief]

He doesn't miss the way Noah tracks the Oreos and he wonders if ghosts can still taste even if they can't eat. And then finds himself wondering what would happen to the Oreo if Noah did try to eat it. Just crumble to the ground?

"They're for Verity," Ronan replies, eyebrow arched and tone final. He and Adam haven't really been keeping anything secret, but it's also not something they're both comfortable not talking about.

[iwasmore]

Noah makes a face at Ronan. So he's going to be ridiculous about this, too?

"Seriously? Am I not allowed to talk to you, either? It's like you guys are conspiring murder, not dating."

He rolled his eyes and walked down the aisle, trailing his finger along colorful boxes of food he can't eat.

[thedreamthief]

"There's nothing to talk about, fuckface," Ronan tosses back, scowling as Noah turns with a huff, fingers grazing along boxes of food as he goes.

Honestly, murder would probably be easier to talk about than... whatever it is going on with Parrish. Not that he expects Noah to understand that. For more than one reason.

[iwasmore]

"Sure there is. How did it happen? How is it going? Is Adam a good kisser? Have you picked out wedding invitations yet?" Noah lists off, hiding a smile.

He picks out a box of chocolate Teddy Grahams and drops it into Ronan's basket. Teddy Grahams are so good.

[thedreamthief]

"Can't you read minds and shit?" Ronan asks, glowering down at the latest addition to his basket though he notably doesn't remove it. As far as he could figure, Noah already knew all the answers, but hell if Ronan was going to say a damn word even if he didn't. It's not like any of it's Noah's business anyway.

[iwasmore]

Noah just snorts. He stares at a box of crackers for a long moment before he turns and looks at Ronan, frowning.

"You really won't tell me anything?"

[thedreamthief]

Ronan doesn't like that look. It twists at something inside him, makes him feel like he's kicked a puppy. Fucking Noah.

"Why the hell do you need to know so badly?"

[iwasmore]

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."

[thedreamthief]

It is different here, Ronan can't argue that. He doesn't like the fact that they're all spread apart either, doesn't like that he can't stay up at night watching Gansey build a miniature Henrietta or wake up from a restless dream with Noah hovering over him.

Darrow isn't home and never will be. It's better now than it was months ago, even without Cabeswater or Matthew or a purpose, he at least has his friends.

And Adam...

"You're not going to walk in on us having sex," Ronan says, a small offering.

[iwasmore]

Noah shrugs, tracing the letters on the other crack boxes. He doesn't think Ronan is lying, he doesn't lie, but he also doubts that will stay true for too long. And if not sex, then something like it.

"Are you still in the woods, or at Adam's?"

[thedreamthief]

"The woods," Ronan answers because that's not a lie either. He isn't always there, less and less recently. But he doesn't think Adam would claim that Ronan's moved in or anything. Because he hasn't.

Frowning, Ronan reaches out to right the box that Noah's knocked over. "Stop fucking sulking. Jesus."

[iwasmore]

"I'm not sulking," Noah protests, kicking the box away from Ronan's reach with a shit-eating grin. "I'm happy for you, but it sucks being the fifth wheel."

Ghost Uncle Noah. That's what he'd be to Ronan and Adam, and Gansey and Blue's kids. If he would be around by then.

[thedreamthief]

"You're not a fucking fifth wheel, loser," Ronan argues, grabbing for Noah's leg and tugging hard instead of going for the crackers. "It's not like anything's going to last anyway."

[iwasmore]

"That's exactly what it means when your friends pair off," Noah says dryly, but then he falls on his ass because Ronan is a giant jerk. "Ow! Hey!"

"Oh my god." He tries to hook his leg around Ronan's to send him stumbling, too. "Nevermind, I take it back. I don't want to know. You're both too self-deprecating."

[thedreamthief]

Smirking, Ronan dodges Noah's swung leg and crouches to ruffle his hand through Noah's loose hair.

"Are all ghosts so fucking nosy?" he asks, holding his hand out to help Noah back to his feet as he stands up. "Or is this just a you thing?"

[iwasmore]

Noah doesn't take it, not willing to give Ronan another opportunity to knock him on his ass. Instead he goes from sprawled to standing in the blink of an eye. "Are all humans so violent, or is it just you?" he counters, and sticks out his tongue.

"Come on, brute, go buy your groceries before the attendant has us kicked out."

[thedreamthief]

"You mean you don't remember?" Ronan shoots right back, giving Noah a light shove when he blinks to his feet. "You used to be human once, too."

There's a small selection of pet items two aisles down and Ronan swings by there on the way to the cash register, grabbing a box of dog biscuits for Copper. This place has a self-service register and Ronan starts ringing himself up, shoving the Teddy Grahams at Noah once they're paid for.

[iwasmore]

Noah isn't even going to point out that he knows more than most, because it was his dumb joke. He shoulders Ronan, though, playfully jostling as they make their way up the grocery store aisle.

"Wow, insensitive much? What am I supposed to do with these?" he asks, shoving them back in the bag. "I picked them for you so I would watch you eat them and live vicariously through you."

[thedreamthief]

"That's creepy," Ronan points out, though he leaves the box in the bag for now and glances over at Noah, the tilt of his lips making his voice more fond than harsh. "Why the hell would I want to eat something I don't even like that much just so you can watch me? Fucking voyeur."

[iwasmore]

Noah gets really close, eyes wide and mouth curled into an ominous smile. "You have no idea the things I see when I'm invisible and no one knows I'm there," he says on a ghostly voice.

[thedreamthief]

"Fuck off," Ronan snarls, placing a hand on Noah's chest to shove him away even as a slight grin curves his lips. "The last thing I need is to wonder if you're creeping around every time I eat a fucking Oreo."

He honestly doesn't think Noah does it much, especially not now, here in Darrow. Hell, only minutes ago he'd claimed to be worried about barging in on Ronan and Adam having sex so he clearly has some respect for privacy.

[iwasmore]

Noah cackles and moves backwards, he doesn't walk but his body backs up and out of Ronan's reach all the same. Almost like floating. "It wouldn't be to watch you eat an Oreo," he taunts, grinning.