Instead of answering any of his questions that were posed in total seriousness, begging for an answer, she addressed the topic of Yahal and conceded it was a hard one that she was attempting to explain to him. His questions felt ignored. The conversation, to him, wasn’t about Yahal any longer, and he wanted his questions answered. As it were, they weren’t.

Noah waved a hand  in a dismissive gesture, letting it come back down into his lap. He had nothing to say on the matter any longer. He heard her arguments and explanations, rebutted what she was wrong about in the wild, what she was assuming, and asked his own questions on her behavior when they had conversations of any seriousness. The questions weren’t answered, so he left it alone.

“Don’t apologize,” he told her. “It’s fine.”