He's faded, but not so much that Ronan can't feel him, soft hair tickling under Ronan's chin, his arm a solid weight around Ronan's side. He's still cold to the touch, but it's not seeping off of him and a hummed breath vibrating against Ronan's chest.
Ronan pulls in a breath of his own, ducks his head just enough to bury his nose in Noah's hair briefly.
"You're gonna fuck off soon, aren't you?" he murmurs. "Do you ever stay in your own place or just... hop around?"
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Ronan pulls in a breath of his own, ducks his head just enough to bury his nose in Noah's hair briefly.
"You're gonna fuck off soon, aren't you?" he murmurs. "Do you ever stay in your own place or just... hop around?"