It's been days since Ronan last saw anyone but Kavinsky.

He hasn't been expecting that to really change but somehow, when he hears and then sees Noah, he isn't too surprised.

There's a prickle under his skin, an uneasy turn of his stomach before he looks back to the glittering stretch of rope he'd pulled from his dreams days ago. It hums under his touch.

"The fuck are you doing here?" he asks, the question directed down at his hands.