Noah pretended to be shocked and embarrassed but he wasn't exactly shy about his attraction to his two friends. "Sometimes..." he admitted; it was really a lot. Most of the time he just invited himself into the shower. It worked out. Save water, help the environment. He does what he can for the world.

He did hum at the warning. "That is true. Lucky for you we don't have a whole lot of company." He crinkled his nose at Ronan, "I don't like people touching my things. And wingnut doesn't like a whole lot of people. The last time someone tried to flirt with Gansey, she plastered herself on the guys face. I think she was trying to smother him."

Shrugging he moved around the car once, lifting the cloak carefully once he was sure no one else was watching, before pulling it off and folding it carefully to reveal the beamer. He came back around, cradling the blanket in his arms only to chuckle to himself, "Looks like I don't have forearms. Man, you need to make a onesie for me like this. Imagine all the twinkies I could steal."

He looked at Gansey, I wouldn't steal twinkies, promise..

Maybe.