[Still snickering, Ronan gropes around to find the damn thing.]
You're not scared of bugs, are you?
[Gansey has an excuse, at least, but Noah? Well, Ronan captures the beetle and flicks it away, hoping it has the good sense not to return. Then his hand settles against the bare skin of Noah's back, not quite ready to leave the warmth beneath his shirt.]
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You're not scared of bugs, are you?
[Gansey has an excuse, at least, but Noah? Well, Ronan captures the beetle and flicks it away, hoping it has the good sense not to return. Then his hand settles against the bare skin of Noah's back, not quite ready to leave the warmth beneath his shirt.]
We could've just done this in your room.