NOAH
Noah hadn't really expected the girls to be so enthusiastic as they burst from the house and towards them. Though he had been warned, he didn't have much experience around teenage girls and therefor, was a little shell shocked in the moment. He couldn't do anything else but smile and follow as he was tugged and prodded and fawned over. It was an awkward smile, though he was sure Cordelia would be the only one to notice that. He chuckled some as the sisters squawked and finally settled as Cordelia took his arm again.
He watched wordlessly as the sisters exchanged a look while talking of their father, and it made the butterflies in Noah's stomach react. As if they were disturbed from their flowery haven and all took to the sky at once, Noah felt them rise up towards his throat. Stepping in to the house Noah paused with Cordelia, swallowing the butterflies back down to their valley of rest before asking, "Shoes?" He looked down and lifted one of his feet, tilting his ankle to show the worn and well-loved boots, the leather supple and clean, but the soles less so.
The scents and sounds of the house hit him all at once. Turning his attention from Cordelia, though briefly, Noah let it sink in. The warmth and carefully curated light were more effective at reducing the action of the butterflies than his own efforts, and he felt the muscles between his shoulder blades relax.
He watched wordlessly as the sisters exchanged a look while talking of their father, and it made the butterflies in Noah's stomach react. As if they were disturbed from their flowery haven and all took to the sky at once, Noah felt them rise up towards his throat. Stepping in to the house Noah paused with Cordelia, swallowing the butterflies back down to their valley of rest before asking, "Shoes?" He looked down and lifted one of his feet, tilting his ankle to show the worn and well-loved boots, the leather supple and clean, but the soles less so.
The scents and sounds of the house hit him all at once. Turning his attention from Cordelia, though briefly, Noah let it sink in. The warmth and carefully curated light were more effective at reducing the action of the butterflies than his own efforts, and he felt the muscles between his shoulder blades relax.
I'll follow you down through the eye of the storm
Don't worry I'll keep you warm
Don't worry I'll keep you warm
