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?"
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Date: 2015-10-08 06:19 am (UTC)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?"