My eyes have come undone
As Korbin moved over, all wiry and lanky but still with practiced muscle, Noah offered him his own smile. It matched Korbin's--genuine, but darker. There was a lack of light in the curve if his lips, in the wrinkle of his eye. He was plagued, though less than Korbin, with the goings on of his life: killing a man, Ezekiel outside of Halo for Deepfrost, and Delphine staying in his home after the death of her children. It all weighed on the hunter's shoulders, and showed in his less-than-normal smile.
He did scoff and his smile brightened some at Korbin's suggestion, however. "Have it your way then." He rolled his shoulders again and clasped his hands behind his back. Without further conversation, Noah moved quickly to close the distance between them. Korbin was much more lithe than the burly hunter, and he knew that the younger man could squirm his way out of most things on nimble legs. Noah would need to keep him close if he wanted to have any chance of getting in a good strike. Trying to close as much distance between them as he could, if Noah were able to get within range, he would thrust his body forward and down, aiming to land one of his large shoulders into Korbin's chest.
Let it be the only one
