“I told you? That night?”
“If you would have come by the next morning, Noah, if you would have just stopped to say good-bye, I would have left with you.”
“Don’t say that.”
“It’s true. My bag was packed.”
Noah stared at him, unblinking, his face as impassive as stone. Lucas shifted and suppressed the urge to defend himself, insist he wasn’t lying, like Noah was accusing him of something nasty with his silence. Noah took a hesitant step forward, but his second step was more forceful. He loomed above Lucas without speaking, then grabbed him by the shoulders.
Lucas allowed himself to be hauled to his feet, and he didn’t shy away when Noah leaned forward, tilting his head slightly. He kept his eyes trained on his friend’s face, daring him to continue, daring him not to back down and run from something that might be honest, might be a little scary. Lucas wasn’t going to do this for him.