Ronan's gaze drops to the gentle curve of Noah's pinkie, a small smile tipping his lips before he curls his own around Noah's, holding tight.

The smile falters as Noah continues, tipping into a confused frown as he shakes his head. "I'm not moving out. Where'd you get that?" Sure, he and Adam have been working on building a barn out at Cabeswater with a stable and a little living space. But he's not intending for it to be year-round and he's not planning to move all his shit out of Hywel. At this point, given how much useless dream crap he's accumulated in his bedroom closet alone, he's not sure he can.