There was a spark of mischief and barely contained pride formed into the shape of excitement hidden in Ronan's expression when Gansey asked about the BMW. But then he was being snuggled by one of his favorite people. And then he was being told he was stinky. He couldn't argue. He smelled like he'd been stuck in a car with Chainsaw for too many hours and barely any pit stops. he sat up again once Noah retreated from the stench and gave his armpit an experimental sniff before sliding to the edge of the bed. He leaned back on his hands.

"My bag is still in the car. Want to help me get it out?" Because he had a surprise he wanted to share with them both. "I've been planning this for a while. Just had to settle a few things before I could make the trip."