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Sound...that actually made sense. Every time she 'talked', it was like he could feel the very wind around him shifting...something he felt intimately familiar with, for some reason. No reason the innocents were hurt...but that still didn't help him figure out exactly why he seemingly wasn't affected by it. Maybe- Wait...those were tears. Oh no...he did not know how to deal with sad females. Angry females, sure. Overly-romantic females, sure - he had his fair share. But sad females? The last time a girl cried in front of him, it was because he wouldn't ask her to prom, and even then, he had awkwardly excused himself. He couldn't really do that in this situation, now could he?

[color=7ea7d8][b]"Noelle, it'll be fine. Really."[/b][/color] He said, rather awkwardly - his voice wasn't exactly used to being all soothing and whisper-y. Putting a hand on her shoulder, Jason gave her a half-smile and gestured towards a booth that was thankfully free of distractions, a fair bit away from the otherwise populated side of the diner.  [color=7ea7d8][b]"I won't lie; I don't know what's going on, but we'll figure it out."[/b][/color] 

Dropping his hand, Jason grabbed two mugs from the clean dishes and began walking backwards, eyes still focused on Noelle. [b][color=7ea7d8]"First, let's sit. This is my unofficial break time."[/color][/b] He finally turned around, easily side-stepping a waitress with her arms full of croissants and a beaker of coffee. With a quick 'thank you', he nabbed the piping hot beaker with one hand, while holding the two mugs with the other, before finally making his way to the empty booth. 

Setting both mugs down on the wooden table and feeling them with the steaming liquid, Jason slid into the booth and sighed, running a hand through long, messy black locks. As he closed his eyes, feeling the wind blow the steam into his face, the young man had a sudden epiphany. The whole near-death thing at the apartment...what if that was linked to Noelle's whole sound-mind thing? Well, who better to share the story with, than someone who also experienced something weird and traumatizing as Hell. 

[@rivaan]