[Noah immediately notices and minds the two missing fingers but he doesn't say anything because, you know, one thing at a time.
There's a fork and butter knife on the plate too, off to the side, and as the plate is taken Noah can't help but say something about the silverware and to be careful. It's barely there, but he manages a little smile. This is a step in the right direction. A step to fixing whatever the hell happened to them.]
...I hope you like them. Happy birthday, again. I hope... um. I hope this helps make your day good.
[Noah, inwardly after saying that: why am I so socially awkward what the fâ]
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There's a fork and butter knife on the plate too, off to the side, and as the plate is taken Noah can't help but say something about the silverware and to be careful. It's barely there, but he manages a little smile. This is a step in the right direction. A step to fixing whatever the hell happened to them.]
...I hope you like them. Happy birthday, again. I hope... um. I hope this helps make your day good.
[Noah, inwardly after saying that: why am I so socially awkward what the fâ]
I'll leave you alone now, if you want me to.