[The hand-holding seems to assure Noah of something, and he uses that one finger to push Ronan gently backwards, into his pillows. There's nothing rough or sexual about the action, even as Noah crawls up to drape himself over Ronan's chest. It's a soft exchange of comfort; a quiet promise. He tucks his head under Ronan's chin.]
You're the one I'd have wanted that future with, if I could have it. If I had to pick.
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You're the one I'd have wanted that future with, if I could have it. If I had to pick.