So many kids in so many places...

[tryandmakemedie]

Noah Smith has been laying low ever since the ball. It doesn't look good to anyone to be kicked out on your ass by a First from a party, and so he hasn't been particularly interested in coming back to be... teased, confronted, whatever. As lame as he thinks the local Neq is, he knows it's not wise to confront this guy, or even really be seen after

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[angel_of_prey]

And there she is, just standing there looking terribly young and hurting and alone, and this is exactly why he's never let himself get into anything vaguely resembling a relationship before, because now he can't walk away. A part of him wants to run back to the hotel, grab his things, and hightail it out of town. Hit the road and never come back to this city ever again, go find somewhere else to haunt, keep in touch with Eloi through the journals. And he's very, very tempted to do it. Not because he doesn't care about her. But because he does.

He doesn't want to hurt her. But he's afraid that if he stays around, he will anyway. There's no way he can protect her from being what she is, but she can't help that, and what if...

Now is not the time for thinking. Now is for comforting and being a boyfriend, however that works, which may lead to drinks. He knows she's technically not legal for that yet, but... well, he's not going to stop her. And she might need it. He knows he would.

So here he is, hugging her somewhat awkwardly but at least sincerely.

[omnomnomface]

Trin has no such internal struggles. She doesn't even know if she's in love with Egon (she's still working on the whole finding out what love thing is. Hush, she's kind of slow,) but she does have feelings for him, she does certainly like him, and that's all that matters right now. So she hugs him back, nuzzling her nose against his neck.

"I love you," she whispers. "I mean... yeah. Thank you. For being there an' stuff. 'Cause..." she trails off. Words have never really been her forte, not ever. "'Cause yeah," she finishes.

[angel_of_prey]

Ah, Trin. So eloquent of you. It's just as well that Egon is terrible at talking about Feelings. His nervousness jumps back up when she says those three magic words, though he does his best not to show it. Fuck, why does she have to say that? It's got him all discombobulated and this should be easy, shouldn't it?

"Come on," he says instead, giving her a gentle squeeze. "I'll buy you a drink." He doesn't know what time it is, nor does he care.

[omnomnomface]

Trin grins. "Now I really love you," she says. Because yaaay alcohol. Ignore the fact that technically she's underage. It doesn't matter in the least. She's with her (much older) boyfriend who's going to be an absolute sweetheart and buy her a drink and be a man and god, is this what love feels like? She'll have to talk to Roland about it. It doesn't really matter though, because she's already said the words. And she means them.

She thinks.