"He has another boyfriend?" Ronan replies, brow furrowing beneath the the brush of Noah's thumb as his lips curve into a frown. Noah doesn't look upset at all though, which is only more confusing, and Ronan can't seem to help the curl of discomfort low in his own gut.

Leaning back a little, he looks at Noah more closely. Still a little faded, but not flickering like the other day. Not yet.

"What the fuck does that mean? Who?"