I am not a scholar and I don't believe in fate
His tea sat on the table, while Delphine sipped on her's. He continued to rub his forehead, an action he often did while he was stressed out. The anger that roared through him started to simmer down to just a blank, cold sadness. Here they sat, murderers, with tea and a fire. What were they to do? Noah slumped back in his chair, letting his head fall back and his eyes find the ceiling. "Yeah." He said, though it was not clear whether he was agreeing to her or filling the silence with a response that felt necessary.
She spoke up, again, however, and Noah listened. Her voice was firmer than before, clearer than it had been since he had met her. He leaned forward, and took his cup of tea in his hand. It had cooled enough that Noah could take a rather large drink of it, though his tolerance to drinking hot drinks was probably higher than the average. After taking a drink, he held the mug in both of his hands and sighed. "My brother is not coming back to Halo until Flowerbirth." He leaned back in his chair again, hands still clasped over his mug. "You can stay in his room."
NOAH
