He doesn't, but the sound of Ronan's voice and the intensity of his stare sends a shiver along Noah's skin. It's a look he's been on the receiving end of occasionally, one he's written off, ignored, but is having a hard time doing now. Especially when a lot in love with three of them broadcasts loud and clear. It's a good thing Noah doesn't need to breathe, because he isn't sure he even is anymore.

"In love?" he echoes without thinking, his hands slowly lowering. Love is one thing. Love is obvious. In love he isn't expecting.