Noah startles at the sound of his bedroom door opening and closing. He rolls onto his side when he feels a dip in the mattress, looking up at his friend. He doesn't really want to drink right now, he doesn't want to do anything. But he doesn't want Ronan to leave, so it sits up and scoots over a little to make more room for him.

"Thanks," he says, taking the bottle. He looks it over like he doesn't quite know what to make of it, not drinking just yet.