"What?" Noah asks faintly, now even more confused. "Hit me?" He stands up in one fluid motion, dropping the coffee-soaked towel on the island counter without taking his eyes off Ronan. He openly gazes at him, trying to figure out what's going on.
"I'm not cowering. I'm just wondering why you're pissed at me," he says, a touch defensive.
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Date: 2016-10-12 01:43 am (UTC)"I'm not cowering. I'm just wondering why you're pissed at me," he says, a touch defensive.