they say looks can kill and i might try

Jude

Every time we touch, your hands are colder, colder
There's no beating coming from your wooden chest

Some of the pressure lifts off Jude's chest as the tension unwinds from Noe, anger and injustice giving ground to melancholy, yes, but also consideration. His heart continues to pound but it's quieter now in his ears.

His free hand comes to wrap around their joined fingers, ducking his head slightly to try and catch her eyes so she might see his small, encouraging smile. "I know. Trust me, I get it." He's got a big brother too, and it's not hard to imagine Edmund's reaction if he thought Jude was befriending a dangerous individual. He can only imagine how Koa must have reacted given the man is incredibly, infamously talented at saying the wrong things at the wrong times. 

"It's hard to trust someone when you're used to looking out for them. Even harder when you think you know best." Jude shuffles sideways in his chair until he can pull her down to plop her head on his shoulder and tilt his own against hers. It helps to not have to look at her. The words come easier this way. "Maybe you gotta be the bigger person for a bit, even if it's just bait to get him to see your side. Tell him you'll see them less for now and maybe it'll soften him up. You know he hates when you give him the cold shoulder, he'll want to take the compromise." Noe is devastatingly good at it too, ready to ice anyone out for however long it takes, but if Jude can pose it as a temporary thing maybe she really will see the Family less. And that will give Jude time to get Koa alone as quickly as possible. "Sometimes people only change their minds with time and evidence, not words. It's not a race, right?"

Frozen grin, a mannequin when I get closer
I can see the strings, they're underneath your vest