Noah only looks at the bottle, stares at it like he doesn't quite know how he came to be holding it.

Ronan nudges him lightly with his elbow and says, "If you don't, I'll just drink it instead," but it isn't a threat. He tips his head back to take a long sip of his own then scoots back on Noah's bed til his back is against the wall, lets stretched out across the width of the bed, crossing over Noah's.