[Feelings weren't supposed to be a part of this. They weren't included in Noah's panicked, midnight equation. He just wanted to give Ronan somewhere to focus his frustrations, somewhere that wouldn't get him hurt or killed. But still, he reaches to loop his fingers around Ronan's wrist, giving the gentlest tug.
God, he has loved all of his friends for so long. In the core of his half-decayed heart, all he wants, more than anything, is to be with them and see them happy.]
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God, he has loved all of his friends for so long. In the core of his half-decayed heart, all he wants, more than anything, is to be with them and see them happy.]
You're brooding again. You look like Batman.