"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.

"Thank you," he says, unmoving.