We're friends, it's nice to hear it out loud, and I smile at Noah, hoping that it's encouraging. I'm glad he's not upset with me or tired of me or anything like that, but I wish he didn't have to be upset at all. The reason behind it sounds complicated, out of his control. I'm guessing he's caught in the middle.

No wonder I haven't seen him in days.

Slipping my arm around Noah's shoulders, I give him a half hug that way. "It'll blow over, right?" I hope so, anyway. "They're your friends... They can't keep fighting forever?"