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Noah wakes up to something warm tucked up against his neck, under his chin. Without opening his eyes he reaches to feel for whatever it is, and discovers fur. It's followed by a tiny mew. That's a sound Noah recognizes, and he opens his eyes, still groggy and sleep-muddled. Even recognizing the meow, it's still a shock when he picks it up and moves it to see a small ball of grey fur in front of his face. The kitten bites his hand, a futile effort for something so little, and all Noah can do is gape. Carefully, he props himself up on his side to get a better look. There's a familiar feel to the kitten, and he realizes he recognizes what it is. The kitten isn't alive. It's a ghost, like him.

"Where did you come from?" he asks in awe, as the kitten just gazes up at him with big yellow eyes. Noah's own eyes well up with tears, because he already knows, and he knows it means the kitten is especially for him.

Quickly, but with care, Noah gets out of bed, picking the kitten up and tucking it against his chest. He carries the kitten out of his bedroom and into the common room. "Ronan?" he calls, needing to make sure.

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Noah hums appreciatively, but purses his mouth in protest when the foot rub is, again, just a tease. He nudges Ronan in the side with his other foot, a tiny smile forming.

"That sounds nice," he says on a sigh. He won't invite anyone, not to Ronan's house. He doesn't say so, doing his best not to reply to thoughts, though part of him wants to reassure Ronan. Instead he judges nudges at Ronan again with his foot. "We can make s'mores inside. Roast hot dogs. Um. Pop corn in one of those pop corn tins?"

With a grunt, Ronan squirms against the press of Noah's other foot before grabbing it and setting it with the other across his lip, one thumb still digging into Noah's arch.

"Yeah, all that shit," Ronan agrees with a faint smile, glancing over at Noah then. He likes the idea of all of that, if he's honest. With Adam and Noah both. With Gansey if he can bother to be around. "Tell ghost stories," he adds with a wider grin as gives Noah's big toe a yank. "Or is that racist?"