"I think..." Noah arched a brow and smiled, "He's implying that his crazy self is staying with us."

Noah enjoyed the quiet, almost domesticity that he and Gansey had created; he insisted on soft towels and bath-bombs, a fridge full of food that could actually be cooked, and sweeping regularly, but they both missed Ronan, too. With him there it would feel like a complete home again instead of something nice but lacking in noise.

He reached up to absently run a finger over the webby skin of Wingnuts arm, "Guess we're back on baby sitting duty." he laughed.