Noah thought her simple answer was peculiar, all it was was a hum and a nod, nothing more, nothing less. Before, Elann would voice herself, though he understood why she was being quiet now. The history of her questioning him, or him questioning her, led to arguments and fights and more rifts. Seeing it for himself was a heavy thing and the tiptoeing around was going to become a new annoyance because they were so closed up to one another now for fear of what would be if they spoke.

Last night, with Elann’s acceptance of learning about him, Noah had set himself to attempt to try again, resolved himself to use last night as a starting place to go forth from. He had lost his will to fight with her on anything else and knew it wouldn’t be a vocal altercation as much as it would be one filled with attitude and quiet thoughts.

Noah took his shirt from her and set it down in his lap. Simmering, he assumed she misunderstood him last night in the moment he thought was so special between them. By this point her misunderstanding him wasn’t surprising, that’s all it seemed to be between them, misunderstandings.

“Why?” he simply asked, waiting for clarification so he could clarify to her what he meant.