Ronan smirks as Noah drops down onto the couch, long legs stretched out in front of him as he rests the cat atop his chest. He hears it meow again, a tiny little sound, as he turns to head to kitchen, grabbing a beer for himself and a soda for Noah.

"Here," he says, knocking the can against Noah's elbow once he's back in the other room, handing it off before disappearing into Noah's room.

Reemerging seconds later with the strap of the camera slung around his neck, he sets his beer on the coffee table and starts fiddling with the buttons and knobs. He'd had to do some research before dreaming this one, had to study manuals and diagrams to understand every little function. He'd forgotten most of the information as soon as he'd passed the camera off to Noah, but he remembers enough to focus the lens and snap the shutter, capturing a picture of Noah grinning down at the kitten as it rests a paw right against his chin.