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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"No," Ronan says, though he makes no effort to close the door and doesn't argue when Noah follows him

The window's still open for Chainsaw though the perch Ronan had dreamed up for her stands empty. Ronan grabs a sweatshirt off the pile of clothes lying on the floor and sniffs it once before pulling it on and dropping down onto his bed, back against the wall.

"Don't you want to go hang out with Krem?" he asks, grabbing a book off the floor as he pulls his knees up. His room's far enough away from the common area that he can only hear snatches of voices, Adam's quiet enough to be all but completely lost. Ronan considers putting on headphones to drown out the rest.