"I'll try to remember to wear deodorant," Noah jokes in a quiet voice, like anything louder will ruin the moment.

He and Ronan have snuggled before. He's kept Ronan company during his insomnia, or around his nightmares; but this feels entirely different. Maybe it's because he's never been able to really get warm before, or that he never felt entirely safe or present before the spell. Maybe it's the way Ronan is exploring him for signs of life.

Or maybe it's just because there isn't a reason at all.

It's just them, finding a moment of peace after what's been a devastatingly awful month.

"Sleep," he whispers, giving Ronan's hand a gentle squeeze and closing his own eyes.