Why was he even trying? Noah just felt his chest clench harder and harder with each second, and he was sure the insides of his cheeks were going to bleed by how hard he was biting down on them. Why couldn't he just stalk away and ignore it like he did everything else? He'd tried so damn hard since he'd realized that Odette was bloody attached to Drystan's hip, but his patience had run thin from its already delicate state.
Noah opened his mouth to say something, but decided to actually think of a second. Did he want to open up this new, old can of worms? He'd done a very good job of burying it, so far away that he hadn't thought about it in years, but one bloody mention of the guy and everything came back to him and---for fuck's sake.
He looked back up, chuckling lightly because this was unbelievable, "Astronomy tower...January of 1974. I've got to go."
Noah shook his head, pushing forward through the crowd. If Fawcett couldn't remember finding one of his best friends drenched in blood from an attempted suicide, well---good bloody luck to him.
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