It isn't the first time Ronan's seen Noah cry, but he can't say he's a bigger fan of it now than ever before.

He still doesn't know what happened between Noah and Krem and he's sure as shit not going to ask. Instead, he shifts his beer to his other hand so he can wrap his arm over Noah's shoulder, pulling him closer.

With a sigh, he rests his cheek against the top of Noah's head, hair tickling his nose and silently lets himself enjoy the idea of pummeling Krem's face to a bloody pulp.