Jude
and I'm sick of waiting patiently
Her energy will transfer regardless, if only because Jude will ensure it. He feels terrible about Noe's involvement, no matter how willingly she sticks around, so if he can stuff all the negativity back into the box in his chest then it's the least he can do for her. Still, as she scuttles off to the spare room Jude buries his head in his knees and breathes shakily, grateful for a private moment to compose himself and pretend that everything isn't falling apart.
By the time Noe emerges, Jude has already made it to his own room to change into swim shorts and a different shirt, and he hopefully looks slightly more put together despite his wan face and shadowed eyes. He extends a hand to her all the same, any attempt at mustered dramatic gallantry an ephemeral wisp that dissipates into something not unlike two young children holding hands to safely cross a busy street. "Then let's go," he attempts to mimic her bright tone and smile, and though it falls short, it doesn't stop him from leading her out the door to a hopeful better end to the day.
- Fin!
By the time Noe emerges, Jude has already made it to his own room to change into swim shorts and a different shirt, and he hopefully looks slightly more put together despite his wan face and shadowed eyes. He extends a hand to her all the same, any attempt at mustered dramatic gallantry an ephemeral wisp that dissipates into something not unlike two young children holding hands to safely cross a busy street. "Then let's go," he attempts to mimic her bright tone and smile, and though it falls short, it doesn't stop him from leading her out the door to a hopeful better end to the day.
- Fin!
for someone that won't ever arrive
