@bluedprints // ada said: i'm not scared of being yelled at.
“Ada—”
Noah practices the steady breathing exercises his therapist — the one from before Archetype, the one that his parents insisted he see when he started art school and still depended on their money — taught him.
He regards Ada as earnestly as he can. It’s difficult, somehow, to be genuine when he’s so frustrated with her — but more importantly, of course, with himself. What could he possibly have done, have said, have telegraphed emotionally to make her think he was capable of yelling at her? Why would he do that? Why would she steady herself for that?
It’s all so fucking sad.
“That’s — Ada, you know I would neverdo that. You don’t have to tell me something like that, it’s — come on. Look at me. Why would I — I couldn’t hurt you, like, I just couldn’t.”