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We can talk all day, we can talk all night
Do whatever we like, do whatever we like

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[admemoriam]

[Noah taps one finger to his lips, looking up to face Matthew better.]

Shh, he doesn't even know he's not supposed to.

[Across the bedroom, Max continues to doze on the rug, unbothered.]

[dreamkid]

[ Matthew twists around to look at the dog for a moment, just in time to see one of Max's paws give a tiny twitch. ]

He's a good dog, though, [ Matthew praises, turning back to Noah with a small smile tugging at his mouth. ]

[admemoriam]

[Noah smiles back, trying to exude comfort and peace, and hoping that Matthew can feel some of it.]

The best dog.

[Squirming a bit on the mattress, Noah scoots up so that his face is level with Matthew's. His fingers twist in some secret anticipation.]

There's maybe one other thing we can do more of, without him here.

[dreamkid]

[ For a couple seconds, Matthew's expression is the blank, gentle smile of a boy who may or may not have been dreamed up with only half a brain.

And then he figures it out, a soft laugh escaping his mouth just before he presses it to Noah's in a warm kiss. They can do this more easily without Ronan around, it's true. ]

You meant that, right?

[ He's pretty sure that's what Noah meant. ]