Sometimes it feels like a curse to hear others thoughts, but at the moment Noah's filled with an overwhelming amount of gratitude to know how Ronan sees him. The knowledge sits heavy in his chest like a physical ache, and Noah's fingers curl around the fabric of Ronan's shirt. He presses his lips to Ronan's neck in a single, warm kiss.

"Thank you," he says, to all of it. After a night of feeling unwanted, it means everything to be reminded he is, even if it isn't the same sort of want. "I don't know what I'd do without you here."