Noah's fingers paused a moment, his thumb sweeping over Adam's forehead. He liked that he could touch people now without making them shiver. That his hands looked as real and solid as anyone elses'.

"I know, but you should be. I am," he said, and he didn't mean about himself, he meant he was worried about Adam's happiness. "You're always on survival mode, and you've survived a lot. You've been through a lot. Back home, two weeks ago. I know Ronan hurt you. But you can't just survive."

"I don't want to pull the, hey I'm dead, enjoy your life while you have it thing. But...hey, I'm dead. Enjoy your life while you have it. You can at least have a real bed, man."