Noah runs the pads of his fingers slowly up and down Ronan's arm, reassuring, soothing touches, wanting to gentle his anxiety and anger.

"Just because we may not have been brought here for a purpose doesn't mean we should let ourselves be miserable all the time," he says, turning on his side to better face Ronan. His eyes are wide and earnest. "Why don't you come to the Cat Cafe with me sometime? Cats will make you feel better."