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[drunktexting]

go get it.

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[leyn]

[ He shrugs again. ] He might not want anything.

[outofthe]

That's not fair. A birthday's a perfect chance to give him things. That's probably why he didn't tell anyone.

[ She makes a frustrated sound. ] He's so stubborn.

[leyn]

You didn't tell anyone, either. [ Still a little put out by this. How could you, Blue? ]

[outofthe]

[ Wrinkling her nose now. ] I forgot.

[leyn]

[ He grows quiet, either because he won't rebuke her statement or he's thinking. Or maybe he's just being Noah, it's hard to tell. He moves his hands from his sides, to his lap, but shortly back to his sides again. During the silence, he fades a little. Nothing startling, and Blue being near keeps him stable - It's almost like a small flicker of an otherwise steady candle. ]

Do you not want us to celebrate?

[outofthe]

[ She looks over and sees this happening, which causes her to scoot a little closer. Quietly, and without offering any explanation, she reaches out to lay a hand on his. ]

It's not that. I'm just not really used to having friends I'd like to tell these things, you know?

[ She pats his hand, always conscious of where it is and how present he is. ] I'm getting used to it. I guess Adam is too.

[leyn]

I think... [ As he trails off, he looks at Blue's hand on his. ] ...

[ Whatever he was thinking, it's lost now. ]

[outofthe]

[ Blue waits quietly, as if anticipating the thought being finished at some later time. She doesn't want to interrupt, if he is indeed trying to decide what he wants to say. If there's something else going on, her intuitive senses aren't picking up on what that might be. Finally: ] Noah?

[leyn]

[ He's pulled from his reverie, or endless pit of amnesia, or whatever was going on there, to look at Blue. He realizes the gap in what he wanted to say, to now. He shrinks back a little, though it's not far enough to move his hand from underneath hers. ]

Sorry. I forgot.

[outofthe]

It's okay. [ She pats his hand again, then takes it in her own, heedless of the space between them. ] If you think of it, you can tell me. I'm here.

[leyn]

I don't think it was important. [ But there's that uncertainty in his voice. ]

[outofthe]

A lot of things aren't. [ She waves her other hand as if to dismiss all the unimportant thoughts in the world, as if to imply Noah would never need to remember any of them. ] Don't worry about it, okay?

[leyn]

I don't. Won't. [ Either/or. 'Can't' is also a possibility. ]

[outofthe]

[ She nods, slowly. It feels like it's too intrusive to keep walking toward this topic, so she quietly steps to the side. ] So, flowers, huh?

[leyn]

[ He shrugs, pulling his hand away this time. He won't take all your energy, Blue. ] He might like them.

[outofthe]

[ As subtly as she can, she draws her hand back to rub some warmth into it. ] They're not that expensive and they wouldn't hang around forever. Unless I got him a plant. He has one already, but maybe he'd like another?

[leyn]

You're good at picking them out. [ Like what he remembers of their venture over to the Dittley farm, that one time. ]

[outofthe]

You think so? [ She seems a bit pleased by this. Noah, you're so sweet! ]

[leyn]

I think so. [ A beat. ] He won't complain.

[outofthe]

It's those good manners of his. [ She rolls her eyes goodnaturedly. ] The ones he conveniently forgets he has around Ronan? Those.

[leyn]

Ronan doesn't listen to good manners. [ Also goodnaturedly ]

[outofthe]

You're right. For someone who supposedly has all these language skills, sometimes it's hard to talk to him in English.

[leyn]

Actions speak louder than words.

[outofthe]

Sometimes those are hard to translate too. So inconsistent. [ She flops back on the bed. ] He's not so bad though. [ She points at the ceiling, though it's clear she means to point at Noah. ] Don't tell him I said that.

[leyn]

I won't tell. [ Also flopping. Somehow, it's nearly soundless. ] He already knows.