Noah appreciated the way that Ronan said the stuff about Whelk. He appreciated the knowledge that people were angry for him. It seemed unusual, he supposed, that he would be happy that people were angry about things that happened to him. He felt sick because of the things he remembered, the things he couldn't prevent. He should have known, should have guessed that he'd seemed too eager or too invested.
He closed his eyes for a brief moment, focusing on the sound of the skateboard rolling away. When he opened them again, he looked up at Ronan. He understood a little better now. He understood Ronan a little better. "I'm sorry you're stuck as a ghost," he said quietly. "Hopefully it'll be over soon." But he wondered whether it helped Ronan understand him a little better, too. "Are you handling the not sleeping okay? I mean...I know you don't sleep a lot anyway sometimes, but I guess I'm used to not sleeping. Only now I can't help but feel sleepy and hungry and it's like time feels different all over again."