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One perk to being dead is that when you leave someone's apartment after sleeping with them, you don't have to take public transportation home in the clothes you wore the night before. Of course, Noah does have to at least leave Freddie's apartment under the guise of being a regular person since he hasn't fessed up to what he is yet, but from there he simply leave-leaves and re-manifests into his bedroom at Hywel.

His hair is a glittery mess and he needs a shower, but he hears a loud noise from the other room. Without thinking too much on it he opens his bedroom door to find out what's going on. "Everything okay?" he asks, looking toward the kitchen.

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"If you think I won't dream you some bagpipes now, I've got a fuckin' surprise for you," Ronan says with a brighter grin.

It's easier in that moment, with Noah relaxed enough to make jokes like normal. Easier to believe that he really isn't afraid, that the other Noah had just been full of shit.

Still grinning he adds, "I'll make it so only Gansey can hear them, though."

Noah bursts out laughing, genuine, head-thrown-back laughter. Judging from how annoyed Gansey gets from the Murder Squash song, Noah can't imagine how insane he'd be driven from late night bagpipes.

"How would you even manage that? I don't even think you could dream that, how would it work?" he asks, still laughing.

A grin spreads wide across Ronan's face, something warm lodging in his chest and expanding outward, at the force of Noah's laughter.

"Fuck if I know," he admits with an easy shrug, resting comfortably now, arms crossed loosely over his chest. "Dream things just work. Pretty sure there isn't any actual science behind it." And Ronan stopped asking questions awhile back.

"Okay, good point. Who am I to try and bring logic to all this, right?" Noah adds with a small giggle, smiling as he sips the hot coffee. He's the last one who should be worried about scientific explanations.

He nudges Ronan's arm again with his elbow. "So why haven't you dreamed me ten cats yet?"

"Jesus, ten?" Ronan replies with a rough laugh.

It isn't the first time Noah's mentioned wanting a cat and, while Ronan's definitely thought about it, he hasn't dreamt anything living since before he'd been taken to that facility. There's a first time for everything, though, and he's managed to keep the nightmares at bay for weeks now.

"Don't you work with dozens of them? How many fucking cats do you need in your life?"

"I know, I know, I'm kidding. I volunteer at the shelter, I should just adopt one," Noah says, turning his smile to his cup of coffee as it dims to something less happy.

"I think..." He pauses, trying to come up with the most coherent explanation for why he's been wanting one, but putting it off. Especially when there are always so many he falls in love with up for adoption. "I think maybe I've been holding out for another ghost cat. Prunam was special. Nuriko and I were the only ones who could see her, and then Krem, of course. I always felt like we had a special connection."

Ronan remembers Prunam, but only from Noah talking about her, not because he could ever see her.

This feels like something he should have known, something he should have been able to provide without question. Maybe it'll feel disingenuous now, but Ronan only nods, his decision made. Whatever he dreams tonight may not exactly be a ghost cat, but it'll be special regardless. Ronan will make sure of it.

"Still don't understand why that shitstick got your cat," he says, voice a low grumble though there's not too much heat in his tone. His issues with Krem are a tired argument by now, one he knows Noah isn't eager to participate in. "You still want a car, too?"

"She always lived there, even before I did. It made sense to let her stay in her home," Noah answers, even if Ronan doesn't technically want one. It was a decision that was no less gutting to make just because it was logical, but she was as much of Krem's cat as she was his.

Noah laughs, but it comes out more like a sigh. "Don't dream me a car, Ronan," he says, tipping his head against Ronan's shoulder. "I'd rather you just had nice dreams."

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