Noah, with his pinkie still curled around Ronan's, gives him a sidelong look. "I specifically remember hearing you were leaving," he says, though his tone is dubious. It's not like thoughts have a hundred percent accuracy rate. Sometimes they're barely sentences, sometimes they don't make much sense at all.

He looks at Ronan silently for another long moment, then lets go of his pinkie with a smile. "But okay. I mean-- either way, whatever you want to do. I just thought you were being kind of weirdly, like, hypocritical."