[Noah wishes that it was true, that someone could just hold him into this body and make him permanent. He wraps his arms tighter, buries his face more firmly into Ronan's neck, imagining that he could hide inside of him.]
... You aren't going to hurt me this time. I can feel it.
[Ronan isn't so sure. He suspects he's more likely to hurt the people he cares about than anyone else. He has never been tender. But he'll try his best, do what he can to be a safe place for Noah. Cradling Noah up against him, Ronan brushes kisses into his hair and murmurs:]
[Noah sighs against the comforting grip, feeling safer than he has in months. More than anything he wants to take Ronan back up to the house, crawl into the sofa bed next to him, and fall asleep next to his warmth. But he knows Ronan would startle at the implications, the gentle Catholic boy that he is, and the suggestion dies on Noah's tongue.]
... I can't believe you just dropped it in the grass.
[In regards to the discarded joint, now cold and damp between tall patches.]
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[Noah wishes that it was true, that someone could just hold him into this body and make him permanent. He wraps his arms tighter, buries his face more firmly into Ronan's neck, imagining that he could hide inside of him.]
... You aren't going to hurt me this time. I can feel it.
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I'm sorry that I ever did.
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[Noah sighs against the comforting grip, feeling safer than he has in months. More than anything he wants to take Ronan back up to the house, crawl into the sofa bed next to him, and fall asleep next to his warmth. But he knows Ronan would startle at the implications, the gentle Catholic boy that he is, and the suggestion dies on Noah's tongue.]
... I can't believe you just dropped it in the grass.
[In regards to the discarded joint, now cold and damp between tall patches.]