Noah Olson We all want something to hold in the night We don't care if it hurts or we're holding too tight
Noah held up a hand to her as she blushed, lowering his own gaze and shaking his head some. "I should learn to speak more clearly." He chuckled some, flitting his icy eyes back up to her. "That sounds like us," He started, leaning back and crossing his foot over his knee. "Ezekiel was really young when my parents died. I was only seventeen, and I had to be the parent." Noah knew that Delphine knew how it was to be a parent, as obviously the two girls still sat with them, eating away at the stew he had served. Parenting in less favorable conditions also sounded like something that the woman was familiar with. "Halo can be an unforgiving place, but the people here are hardy and rally together. We had some support from people who knew our family, and who loved my parents." He wondered if anyone -- aside from him, in this moment -- was helping this young mother. He frowned slightly, deciding that there probably was not anyone else she could rely on to help her carry the burden. At least, not here. If she did, she might not have been so under dressed, her own needs unmet. It seemed that all her energy was most likely focused on the girls, in Noah's mind, because as he observed it, she could not even seem to think of herself. |
