Ronan only arches an eyebrow, far from offended. But curious.
He takes another sip from his own bottle and leans into Noah's gentle press. With no ceiling above them, it's easy to make out the sound of the television in the other room, a quiet hum of some nature documentary about seals filtering in over the ledge.
Noah picks at the label of his bottle and Ronan thinks about the mess downstairs, the boxes of empty bottles and full ones, the piles and piles of dream things he still needs to go through and clean out.
"Wanna help me with that mess downstairs later? Could use it."
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Date: 2016-02-23 10:31 pm (UTC)He takes another sip from his own bottle and leans into Noah's gentle press. With no ceiling above them, it's easy to make out the sound of the television in the other room, a quiet hum of some nature documentary about seals filtering in over the ledge.
Noah picks at the label of his bottle and Ronan thinks about the mess downstairs, the boxes of empty bottles and full ones, the piles and piles of dream things he still needs to go through and clean out.
"Wanna help me with that mess downstairs later? Could use it."