[The smallest encouragement is all he needs. It comes rushing out of him now, an avalanche of everything he's buried since the moment he realized Noah was dead. Noah had been his constant companion until he was suddenly nothing at all, and no one at Monmouth had come close to understanding how that felt for Ronan, to have that ripped away.
He's kissing Noah now. Not the mere memory of Noah, but the boy himself, and Ronan sways as he pushes into the kiss, like he's being physically propelled by everything he's feeling. He kisses Noah as if that will somehow ground him to the Earth. Noah will not lose him. And he refuses to lose Noah.
Once they're locked in the kiss, he doesn't want to break it. He gasps for breath and presses in again, gentle but desperate for him, again and again.]
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He's kissing Noah now. Not the mere memory of Noah, but the boy himself, and Ronan sways as he pushes into the kiss, like he's being physically propelled by everything he's feeling. He kisses Noah as if that will somehow ground him to the Earth. Noah will not lose him. And he refuses to lose Noah.
Once they're locked in the kiss, he doesn't want to break it. He gasps for breath and presses in again, gentle but desperate for him, again and again.]