[It takes Noah a moment to even realize what's happened - he pants against Matthew's mouth, eyes flitting in confusion until they finally come to rest, wide and apologetic. He fumbles with his words.]

I'm sorry, I didn't mean... It's okay. I'll be okay, Matthew.

[It's a half-truth. An uncertainty. Noah could cope.]

Look, shitty things could happen all the time, but you can't just be scared of them. No one would ever be happy that way. You just have to enjoy what you've got. And I am. I'm really, really happy, right now. So please, don't worry about me.