There's a wet patch on Ronan's shirt and he glances down, brow furrowed. "You getting your ghost snot all over me?" he asks, but his tone is gentle and he makes no attempt to move as Noah shifts against him, getting more comfortable.
He only hums in response to Noah's question, gives the back of Noah's neck a light squeeze as he tips his head back. "Yeah, I'll keep guard," he says, glancing up at Chainsaw still perched on the high ledge of Noah's wall and then back down at the boy lying half atop him, warm and whole and hurting.
There's a familiar ache in his chest and an itch under his skin and Ronan still wants to snap every single one of Krem's fingers in half, but for now he takes another breath and whispers, "Get some rest."
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Date: 2016-03-04 06:49 am (UTC)He only hums in response to Noah's question, gives the back of Noah's neck a light squeeze as he tips his head back. "Yeah, I'll keep guard," he says, glancing up at Chainsaw still perched on the high ledge of Noah's wall and then back down at the boy lying half atop him, warm and whole and hurting.
There's a familiar ache in his chest and an itch under his skin and Ronan still wants to snap every single one of Krem's fingers in half, but for now he takes another breath and whispers, "Get some rest."