Noah, living and breathing and solid. He’s wanted that for a long time. Seeming to collect himself, he leans back, and his hand comes up to touch his mouth. His thumb runs absently over his lip while he thinks about what this means, what it might mean for Noah. They’d talked about it once, briefly. ]
You’re yourself, Noah. That’s all you ever have to be.
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Noah, living and breathing and solid. He’s wanted that for a long time. Seeming to collect himself, he leans back, and his hand comes up to touch his mouth. His thumb runs absently over his lip while he thinks about what this means, what it might mean for Noah. They’d talked about it once, briefly. ]
You’re yourself, Noah. That’s all you ever have to be.
Is it…? How does it feel?