Noah's smile fades instantly, expression clouding over with what looks like guilt.

Click.

Just a joke, then. One Ronan should've just played along with. He scowls down at the camera, quickly deleting the last few pictures as he mentally berates himself. There's nothing he can do about how he feels, he knows that. But the least he can do is not make it fucking awkward.

"Maybe I'll just send Freddie a care package," he says, ignoring the buzzing under his skin and keeping his voice cool and even as he lifts his eyes to Noah's. "Got any other admirers?"