You and Noah are currently at home

Noah was silent for a moment, staring solemnly out the window. “I don’t want you to see me like this.”

See you like what? Y/n asked, confused. “See you 𝘚𝘢𝘥?”

“No,” he scoffed. “See me 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺. I’m not sad that my piece of sh-t father died, I’m f-cking p!ssed.”

“Then 𝘣𝘦 angry. I don’t understand why I need to leave-“ Noah cut me off.

“𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩?” He said to me.