“-- Are you scared of me, Matt?”
The question, so Noah assumed, probably came out of nowhere. In his mind it made perfect sense - at times he had to remind himself that people - even the most brilliant ones, like Matt - usually couldn’t just guess his train of thought unless it was spelled out loud.
A light shake of his head as Noah realized that Matt probably wouldn’t know what he was talking about, or where he was coming from.
“I mean - You’re uncomfortable whenever we go near the sea, right? And since I’m --” A vague gesture, hand moving through thin air, up and down his frame. “You know, me ... do you get the same feeling when I’m around?”