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.

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[iwasmore]

"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.

[thedreamthief]

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.