Noah just nods, eyes wide and cheeks warm from the quiet intensity of Ronan's reply. He knows he belongs with them, that they're all different in their own ways, but somehow he still manages to feel apart from them. An outsider, both by what he is and isn't. He won't be there in their other futures, he won't be anywhere at all.

But right now he's here, in this strange place where he's doing his best to be a person like he used to be.

"I'm trying," he says quietly, focusing on the warm press of Ronan's hand and the fire behind his eyes.