"I did not tell you that," Noah says, smacking his hand against the counter in frustration with a tiny, quiet thwap. "I do not have a boyfriend, and I don't let anyone treat me like shit, okay? But I'm glad you don't care. I'm glad you're acting super calm and rational about all this."

And because he isn't actually mad, just confused and a little embarrassed, and because he doesn't want Ronan to be mad, he picks up the damp towel he used to clean up the coffee and throws it at Ronan's face.