"That's a good use of the money, then," Noah said with a smile, looking around the room. It wasn't Monmouth, and things weren't the same here, but Hywel was close enough to it. Plus Adam lived there instead of some crappy, overpriced attic.

Noah reached out and touched Adam's hair, fine and feather-soft. He combed his fingers through it. "You should do whatever makes you happy, but you should also know you don't have to live with the bare minimum."