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Monday, July 30th, 2012 04:07 am
You've reached Noah Hill. Leave your number and a message and I'll get back to you. Peace. Peace. Bugger, did I really just say-
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Thursday, June 28th, 2012 02:57 am[After the bubble that they'd created, the wake and funeral were harsh reminders of the real world. Noah spent most of the time feeling either judged or ignored. That didn't bother him, but it was harder to watch what it did to Cillian, turning him quiet and tired at night, like his family drained the spirit out of him. It also reminded Noah of the mortality of his own parents. How long before he lost them? Would he have to watch them get frailer and more ill by the day? And would Cillian stay with him, or would it simply be asking too much.]
[There wasn't even time to properly reconnect when they returned, because there were lives and jobs to catch up on. Noah works later hours to catch up on his missed appointments. Cillian still sounds tired on the phone.]
[It's nearly a week later when things start looking up again, though Noah doesn't give too much away in his text.]
wont believe what i have in my hand. come over for dinner tonight.
a sleepover too.
[There wasn't even time to properly reconnect when they returned, because there were lives and jobs to catch up on. Noah works later hours to catch up on his missed appointments. Cillian still sounds tired on the phone.]
[It's nearly a week later when things start looking up again, though Noah doesn't give too much away in his text.]
wont believe what i have in my hand. come over for dinner tonight.
a sleepover too.
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Wednesday, May 23rd, 2012 03:50 pm[He smells oil, and a hint of petrol. But it's not until he sees the random bike part laying about that he recognizes this place for what it is.]
[Even so, Noah doesn't know where the garage came from. His own bike hasn't visited one lately, and he hasn't watched enough television for it to have seen it as a setting. It's only when he sees the figure asleep on his work bench that he realizes where he's at.]
[Noah walks over, crouches down beside him and pushes some of the black mop of hair out of his eyes. It's all very fairy tale-ish, the way he smiles at him and watches him sleep before finally leaning over and pressing a gentle kiss to Cillian's lips.]
Wake up, beautiful.
[Even so, Noah doesn't know where the garage came from. His own bike hasn't visited one lately, and he hasn't watched enough television for it to have seen it as a setting. It's only when he sees the figure asleep on his work bench that he realizes where he's at.]
[Noah walks over, crouches down beside him and pushes some of the black mop of hair out of his eyes. It's all very fairy tale-ish, the way he smiles at him and watches him sleep before finally leaning over and pressing a gentle kiss to Cillian's lips.]
Wake up, beautiful.
