for Ronan

[iwasmore]

Thanksgiving had been kind of painful. It wasn't fun when nearly half the people gathered weren't speaking to each other. He and Blue had tried to keep spirits up, but Ronan was brooding and Adam was quiet, and even Gansey seemed pensive, casting worried glances at Ronan and Adam all night. The food he'd brought that Krem had made was amazing, and Noah thoroughly enjoyed eating as much as he could fit in his stomach. The heaviness of the meal, the worrying and the awkwardness, left him tired. When Ronan got up from the couch to go to his room, Noah padded after him.

"Can I come in?" he asked, even though he'd already followed Ronan inside.