[Noah doesn't answer, not right away. His eyes look distant, scanning Ronan's face while he listens to his thoughts spin and burn. Then, he furrows his brow.]

You're my boyfriend, that's what you are.

[He sounds confused, looks a little bit dazed, but that's just the pot. There's a quiet, rough intensity behind his spacey voice.]

And this isn't a game to me, okay? I did my experimenting, like, ten years ago, and I know who I am, and I know what I want, and what I want is all of you. [He punctuates that with a clumsy point of his finger. His eyes are smokey and bloodshot, though it's well hidden in this light.] I mean, I don't get to grow up and get married and settle down. This is the most serious I know how to be, while still, like, being true to myself and stuff.