"Real love require sacrifice on both ends?" He could not roll his eyes any harder at the fact that he still could only speak in questions. He, more than anything else in this moment, wanted to display his confidence and make solid, carefully crafted statements (as much as his mind would let him, as he still slurred a few words here and there). "True love is full of grace!?" His voice was as strong as he could make it, and he pushed through his own frustration and drunkenness. "When you love someone, it's a constant give and take and fill and empty and..." He could only envision his parents, and the way he watched his father love his mother. Noah's father had always been very intentional about the way he treated his wife in front of his sons, and Noah was always an observant person, even as a child.
He breathed out a deep, whiskey-laden breath before asking another question, this time truly asking rather than trying to state: "Delphine, would you ever be able to love me, to let me love you?" When he had invited the woman to stay with him, to help her, he had not thought of her in such a way. But the time they spent together, the way she helped around the home and the way that he helped her grasp health, it was starting to build a fondness in him for her--and the kissing did not hinder this. Could he be what she wanted in life? He wasn't sure.
