[Noah shakes his head, kindness in his face, but he stays on the stairs. He still feels indecent, in just pajama pants and rumpled hair.]

It's not your fault. You were just looking out for me, and we didn't lock the door.

[He gives a slight gesture towards Ronan, indicating his presence, and hopefully warding off any talk of a certain A-D-A-M.]

... We're together. Me and Ronan. I didn't tell you 'cause that dream happened, and I didn't know how things were gonna be. But they're fine. We're fine. And we want you to be, too.

[Ronan needs you to be, he adds. He doesn't know that you're okay with him being who he is, and he needs that.]