robobees: (troubled soul.)
From: [personal profile] robobees
Henry won't hear him? Oh, dear pale white boy, you underestimate him.

He does hear it, not particularly because he's listening carefully, but more because he's accustomed to picking up on the things people say in regular conversation that one would normally miss. The small things. The inherently more important things.

Which means that when it dawns on him that he hadn't misheard, he's giving Noah a rather blank look, hands slipping into his pockets. "Sorry, but did you just say you died seven years ago?" There's a beat of a pause, and one of his hands comes back out of its pocket, only to knock against the wall in quiet thought.

"If that was an attempt at a joke, I'm going to have to humbly request that you rethink a career in comedy."
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ʜɪs ɴᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ;

i'm trying to find my peace of mind

behind these two white highway lines
when the city goes silent
the ringing in my ears gets violent