"I don't need your bloody advice on dealing with my girlfriend!" Noah couldn't understand why the word, the title, came out only when someone was nearing hysteria (which he was not), but he shut his mouth quickly. This was ridiculous, it was stupid and ridiculous, and Noah couldn't handle stupid and ridiculous! He had his bloody charts, he just said what was on the tip of his tongue even if he regretted it later. He didn't need all this tiptoeing around because it just made him angrier and antsier and--the whole situation was affected and thoroughly ruined.
He looked up at Drystan, for a second remembering a time when he wasn't half a foot shorter than the man. Noah looked away, putting his hands out in a frustrated manner.
"Could you just tell me where she is, I need to talk to her." Because if he didn't do it now, he'd never get another chance, and as annoyed as he was, even Noah couldn't leave it at that.
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