[Maybe that's true. Maybe Ronan will suddenly remember how he was before, concerned only with Adam, ignorant to Noah's existence. Maybe that's how their friendship was destined to end. But right here on the forest floor, it's all in the future. This Ronan still cares, and maybe - just maybe - Noah wants a taste of that before it's lost.
He tilts his head, pressing warm lips against Ronan's temple. His voice is quiet.]
You deserve better than you think. [Better than fire and anger and caustic words. Better than hot rubber and adrenaline.] You are better.
[What would have once been cool, ghostly whispers are now hot breath, spoken from real lungs. He reaches up to touch Ronan's sleeve, solid fingers through thick fabric.]
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He tilts his head, pressing warm lips against Ronan's temple. His voice is quiet.]
You deserve better than you think. [Better than fire and anger and caustic words. Better than hot rubber and adrenaline.] You are better.
[What would have once been cool, ghostly whispers are now hot breath, spoken from real lungs. He reaches up to touch Ronan's sleeve, solid fingers through thick fabric.]