"It's not that I'm less," Noah starts to say, even though he is. He definitely is. Ronan won't see it like that, though, so there's no point in arguing it. "It's that I'm...other. I'm different." And he shouldn't even be here. He touches Ronan's shirt over where he knows the necklace is tucked underneath.

"I'm glad I get to be here, but sometimes I want things, and I don't know where my place is," he struggles to explain. It's difficult to put a feeling into words.