[Noah sighs against the comforting grip, feeling safer than he has in months. More than anything he wants to take Ronan back up to the house, crawl into the sofa bed next to him, and fall asleep next to his warmth. But he knows Ronan would startle at the implications, the gentle Catholic boy that he is, and the suggestion dies on Noah's tongue.]
... I can't believe you just dropped it in the grass.
[In regards to the discarded joint, now cold and damp between tall patches.]
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[Noah sighs against the comforting grip, feeling safer than he has in months. More than anything he wants to take Ronan back up to the house, crawl into the sofa bed next to him, and fall asleep next to his warmth. But he knows Ronan would startle at the implications, the gentle Catholic boy that he is, and the suggestion dies on Noah's tongue.]
... I can't believe you just dropped it in the grass.
[In regards to the discarded joint, now cold and damp between tall patches.]