[It's not distracted or absent, but there's a strange weight in Noah's tone, like he's thinking carefully through something sad. He lets Matthew untangle his fingers, holding on loosely, but his hands are tense and cold.]
Matthew, I... [His eyes flick up, and then back down. The room feels too still, too dark, shaded by the overcast winter's day outside. Not a place he associates with the boy in front of him. Noah takes a deep breath, and tips his head towards the floor.]
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[It's not distracted or absent, but there's a strange weight in Noah's tone, like he's thinking carefully through something sad. He lets Matthew untangle his fingers, holding on loosely, but his hands are tense and cold.]
Matthew, I... [His eyes flick up, and then back down. The room feels too still, too dark, shaded by the overcast winter's day outside. Not a place he associates with the boy in front of him. Noah takes a deep breath, and tips his head towards the floor.]
I'm with someone. Someone else.