Noble’s eyes widened, and he felt surprisingly wounded — he was used to Ford trusting him, and this revelation that he wouldn’t grated again, like maybe Ford only thought he was an adult when he was backing him up. And Noble was sick of this, was sick of losing his life to his siblings — Clem hearing him with Daff and Ford telling him he couldn’t keep things in the house, and there was a layer of anger under his chest, all the time, and sometimes he thought it was growing.
Noble got up, found himself steadier than he’d expected — maybe the anger was doing it for him — and crossed the room to make himself a drink. “This is my job, Ford,” Noble said, voice flatter than he would have wanted as he tried to constrain that anger. It was his job and his life and it had been his house, and Noble was the one who had almost killed someone, so — surely he should get to decide the path forward.
Noble got up, found himself steadier than he’d expected — maybe the anger was doing it for him — and crossed the room to make himself a drink. “This is my job, Ford,” Noble said, voice flatter than he would have wanted as he tried to constrain that anger. It was his job and his life and it had been his house, and Noble was the one who had almost killed someone, so — surely he should get to decide the path forward.
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