[Noah may be warm now, full of flowing blood and a beating heart, but his hands are still cool next to Ronan's constant fire - he soothes them over Ronan's shoulders, over the back of his neck, fingertips edging past the collar of his shirt.
I've got you. I'm not going away. He speaks like a soft wind into Ronan's thoughts, no voice, just simple thoughts. It isn't that he minds the building heat, or the shortening of their breath - he just wants this to be a safe haven between them, less like a battle and more like a home. Something easy, that Ronan doesn't have to hide from.]
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I've got you. I'm not going away. He speaks like a soft wind into Ronan's thoughts, no voice, just simple thoughts. It isn't that he minds the building heat, or the shortening of their breath - he just wants this to be a safe haven between them, less like a battle and more like a home. Something easy, that Ronan doesn't have to hide from.]