Noah rests his head against the familiar spot of Ronan's shoulder, the position so natural he doesn't even have to think to do it. At Ronan's offer he laughs, a soft, almost soundless breath. "No. He didn't do anything."

He's about to leave it at that, change the subject, drop it and move on, but the words he keeps bottled up and to himself come out of their own accord, "Sometimes I wish I could stop wanting human things. Would it even be fair to date someone? Like, it felt okay with Cremisius because he was like me. Not exactly, but we were the same in important ways, so it felt right."