[Ronan's been afraid to be here, in the house, let alone in Noah's bed. He's immeasurably guilty for what happened in the dream, and so certain that the images from that dream must have replaced whatever good they've had together since Ronan's arrival (or return, rather). But Noah's forgiven him, for some reason, and Ronan won't stay away if Noah insists on having him close.
Knees hugging Noah's legs, Ronan bends over him and reaches out to cup Noah's face in his palms. He can never get enough of Noah's warmth, the solid realness of him. Ronan dips down to kiss him softly in greeting. It feels like ages since the last time they've done this.]
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Knees hugging Noah's legs, Ronan bends over him and reaches out to cup Noah's face in his palms. He can never get enough of Noah's warmth, the solid realness of him. Ronan dips down to kiss him softly in greeting. It feels like ages since the last time they've done this.]