NOAH
I'll follow you down, through the eye of the storm
The hunter was exhausted. He was a generally stoic man, and tonight he felt more emotions than he had in months. He had also been under a generous amount of stress in her absence, stress that finally broke through the dam he had welded shut. It poured over his body and made his muscles feel weak. He wanted to be alone.
"Del...I think we need to go to bed." He said, his voice carrying all of what he felt indescribably. He rubbed his forehead and stood up, turning towards her in the kitchen area to see if she heard him. Even if she did, he thought, she might still ignore him. She clamored about the kitchen, trying to do what she knew to do. Noah had no idea what to do, but all he knew was he needed to think about this. He needed to take more time, alone, to mull over what truly needed to happen.
He loved this woman, but was not sure what the best thing for them was.
Was he the best thing for her?
