[Apparently it is settled. In less than a second, Ronan experiences a flood of relief and a leap of quiet thrill (he has a boyfriend!) before he remembers to be humiliated again.]
Okay, but on a scale of one to ten, how pissed will you be if I flee my mortal body and spend the next fifteen or twenty hours as an electromagnetic wave?
[Ronan sighs, because five minutes doesn't seem like near enough time. Then he disintegrates, his skin turning to stardust beneath Noah's hand. He's not gone, though. The glimmering shape of him collapses into a single star, an intangible source of warmth that flickers across Noah's skin in a movement that's as near to a caress as soft radiation is capable of expressing.
Ronan's mind is still here, and he's calmer in this form. It's hard to worry about stuff involving the physical body when the physical body isn't being occupied. He'll stay with Noah the whole way, a firelight floating lazily near his hair. It seems unfair to leave him alone to it.]
[Noah shakes his hair a little, grinning, before he slides to the end of his bed and climbs out the cabinet doors. The house is blessedly dark, except for the glow of Ronan and the distant blue flicker of the TV over the loft's half-walls. Noah takes the steps one at a time, stepping over the creaky spots.]
Gansey?
[He pauses a few steps from the top, his head poking up into the room.]
[He's sitting on the couch, hand running through his hair. Of course something like that was probably happening. What would be wrong? How could he have gotten hurt? It seems obvious in hindsight.
But Ronan and Noah?
That was what surprised him.
When he hears a voice call his name, he looks up and, realizing it's Noah, mutes the TV but leaves it on for the glow.]
[Noah shakes his head, kindness in his face, but he stays on the stairs. He still feels indecent, in just pajama pants and rumpled hair.]
It's not your fault. You were just looking out for me, and we didn't lock the door.
[He gives a slight gesture towards Ronan, indicating his presence, and hopefully warding off any talk of a certain A-D-A-M.]
... We're together. Me and Ronan. I didn't tell you 'cause that dream happened, and I didn't know how things were gonna be. But they're fine. We're fine. And we want you to be, too.
[Ronan needs you to be, he adds. He doesn't know that you're okay with him being who he is, and he needs that.]
[Gansey's eyes widen slightly at the news, and he's about to respond with something along the lines of a certain Parrish until Noah indicates towards Ronan--who Gansey hadn't seen initially. He closes his mouth to amend what he's going to say.
Of course I'm--
Ah, this would absolutely be something for Ronan to hear aloud.]
I am. I was just...surprised.
[We'll talk later about that ]
It's hard to imagine in the context of...back home, I suppose. With you being dead.
I was a ghost, not a monk, [Noah replies with a touch of a smile, just at the corner of his mouth. But he tilts his head just a little, and passes a thought to Ronan - See, it's not you. It's me he was weirded out by.]
We'll probably just go to sleep now, so you can turn off the TV. [He gestures, trying not to look awkward about what he's going to say next: ] And I'm sorry for being... loud.
[It's a good thing the lights are dim because Gansey feels a heat creep back into his face and a ghost of a wry smile. Thanks for the extra info, Noah.]
[Noah gives one more apologetic glance before turning to go back down the stairs, arms wrapped around anxiously around his own chest. Ronan hovering by his ear is a comfort, but as they reach the final landing he becomes a sudden reminder, and Noah looks over.
Are you gonna be naked when you turn back? Do you need some privacy?]
[That seems like an absurd question right now. Ronan feels no desire to return to corporeal form at all, let alone worry about what it's wearing. But he supposes that, yes, this is a thing he'll inevitably worry about when he has skin again.
Just give me a second to put my pants back on.
The light flickers and dashes away, back to Noah's room, almost instantly.]
But Ronan is zipping through the cupboard doors, and Noah just leans against the wall to wait. The moonlight makes him look smaller and paler, and he is suddenly very self-conscious.]
[It doesn't take long. There's some quiet rustling inside the room before Ronan emerges from the cupboard, half-clothed again. His hand brushes Noah's side as he steps out and turns so that they're facing one another, palm coming to rest on Noah's hip.]
[Noah reaches up to touch his shoulders. The pose isn't unlike that of a classic high school dance, or a Nicholas Sparks cover. Noah resists the urge to kiss him, not wanting to push any comfort levels.]
[They were interrupted, but that doesn't mean he wants to kiss Noah any less. Nudging him closer, Ronan's other hand comes up to brush across Noah's cheek and he bows to kiss Noah softly. It's okay. They're fine.]
[Noah returns the kiss with a relieved sigh. He had hoped that's what Ronan would say. In light of the past half hour though, he keeps this one slower, more cautious and tender. He only pulls back after awhile to gesture behind them.]
[Even though he barely fits in it and it makes an unfortunate metaphor, he likes the closet. It's theirs, and he doesn't want to have to sneak into the basement to kiss his own boyfriend. If Gansey means what he says (and Ronan wants to believe that he does), then he can deal with whatever he might hear.]
But Noah leans back up on his toes for another kiss, this one deeper. The grin on his face is a cross between sly and downright dopey - classic Noah.
It's a downright miracle that he manages to maneuver them backwards, up the step stool, through the cupboard doors, without losing his footing or tangling up with Ronan's over-long legs. Once they're inside, he breaks the kiss to throw a glance at the doors - they close firmly, and this time the latch swings into place.]
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[Noah says it without hesitation, spurred by Ronan's permission. That's settled, then.]
And I'm also psychic, and I know how Gansey was feeling, and it wasn't nauseated.
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Okay, but on a scale of one to ten, how pissed will you be if I flee my mortal body and spend the next fifteen or twenty hours as an electromagnetic wave?
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[He soothes his hand up Ronan's arm, and over his shoulder.]
You can have five minutes while I go tell Gansey what's what, and then I expect your mortal form to be right back here, mister.
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Ronan's mind is still here, and he's calmer in this form. It's hard to worry about stuff involving the physical body when the physical body isn't being occupied. He'll stay with Noah the whole way, a firelight floating lazily near his hair. It seems unfair to leave him alone to it.]
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Gansey?
[He pauses a few steps from the top, his head poking up into the room.]
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But Ronan and Noah?
That was what surprised him.
When he hears a voice call his name, he looks up and, realizing it's Noah, mutes the TV but leaves it on for the glow.]
Oh, I wasn't--
[Expecting you to be ready to talk that fast .]
Noah, I'm so sorry.
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It's not your fault. You were just looking out for me, and we didn't lock the door.
[He gives a slight gesture towards Ronan, indicating his presence, and hopefully warding off any talk of a certain A-D-A-M.]
... We're together. Me and Ronan. I didn't tell you 'cause that dream happened, and I didn't know how things were gonna be. But they're fine. We're fine. And we want you to be, too.
[Ronan needs you to be, he adds. He doesn't know that you're okay with him being who he is, and he needs that.]
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Of course I'm--
Ah, this would absolutely be something for Ronan to hear aloud.]
I am. I was just...surprised.
[We'll talk later about that ]
It's hard to imagine in the context of...back home, I suppose. With you being dead.
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We'll probably just go to sleep now, so you can turn off the TV. [He gestures, trying not to look awkward about what he's going to say next: ] And I'm sorry for being... loud.
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Right. Sure. G'night.
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[Noah gives one more apologetic glance before turning to go back down the stairs, arms wrapped around anxiously around his own chest. Ronan hovering by his ear is a comfort, but as they reach the final landing he becomes a sudden reminder, and Noah looks over.
Are you gonna be naked when you turn back? Do you need some privacy?]
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Just give me a second to put my pants back on.
The light flickers and dashes away, back to Noah's room, almost instantly.]
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But Ronan is zipping through the cupboard doors, and Noah just leans against the wall to wait. The moonlight makes him look smaller and paler, and he is suddenly very self-conscious.]
Ronan?
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Hey.
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[Noah reaches up to touch his shoulders. The pose isn't unlike that of a classic high school dance, or a Nicholas Sparks cover. Noah resists the urge to kiss him, not wanting to push any comfort levels.]
Um. What now?
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[They were interrupted, but that doesn't mean he wants to kiss Noah any less. Nudging him closer, Ronan's other hand comes up to brush across Noah's cheek and he bows to kiss Noah softly. It's okay. They're fine.]
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Closet? Basement?
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[Even though he barely fits in it and it makes an unfortunate metaphor, he likes the closet. It's theirs, and he doesn't want to have to sneak into the basement to kiss his own boyfriend. If Gansey means what he says (and Ronan wants to believe that he does), then he can deal with whatever he might hear.]
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But Noah leans back up on his toes for another kiss, this one deeper. The grin on his face is a cross between sly and downright dopey - classic Noah.
It's a downright miracle that he manages to maneuver them backwards, up the step stool, through the cupboard doors, without losing his footing or tangling up with Ronan's over-long legs. Once they're inside, he breaks the kiss to throw a glance at the doors - they close firmly, and this time the latch swings into place.]