[That comes across pricklier than he'd intended. He doesn't mean to snap at Nene, he never means to snap at anyone, and it's slipped out before he can stop it.]
Does someone who doesn't tell you what's on his mind ever love you? Does someone who refuses to talk to you about the littlest things love you? Is that what people call love now? Was I wrong this entire time?
[As if Noah himself can talk, keeping to himself as he does, similarly acting as Clamor does without realising it — pushing off problems until they're too big to ignore and blowing up and breaking down. The narrative Noah has in his head is just that, his own hypocritical view of the world coloured red by anger.
Somehow, he gets a grip, and he manages to at least look apologetic.]
...sorry. It's not your fault. Thanks for... thanks.
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[That comes across pricklier than he'd intended. He doesn't mean to snap at Nene, he never means to snap at anyone, and it's slipped out before he can stop it.]
Does someone who doesn't tell you what's on his mind ever love you? Does someone who refuses to talk to you about the littlest things love you? Is that what people call love now? Was I wrong this entire time?
[As if Noah himself can talk, keeping to himself as he does, similarly acting as Clamor does without realising it — pushing off problems until they're too big to ignore and blowing up and breaking down. The narrative Noah has in his head is just that, his own hypocritical view of the world coloured red by anger.
Somehow, he gets a grip, and he manages to at least look apologetic.]
...sorry. It's not your fault. Thanks for... thanks.