"Good, you found him!?" Noah echoes, his heart doing a flip from what he suspected being confirmed. This kitten was made for him, born in a dream. A ghost, somehow, without ever having really died. Noah crosses the room so fast he might as well have manifested there, throwing his free arm around Ronan to pull him close in a tight hug. Mindful of the kitten, he tucks himself against Ronan's chest, his face pressed to Ronan's neck and his eyes squeezed closed against the way they suddenly burn.
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Date: 2016-11-11 08:14 pm (UTC)"Thank you," he says, unmoving.