Somehow the idea of Noah actually giving a shit about personal hygiene is hilarious and Ronan hides a wider smirk against Noah's curls and rubs his thumb idly back and forth across Noah's sternum.

He doesn't speak though, content to keep his eyes closed, Noah nestled in close.

He can't even hear Adam's voice anymore. Mostly.

Calm for the first time in weeks, Ronan drifts into sleep.