Part of him hadn't realized the change in himself until he'd wrapped his arms around Shiloh- Something he'd done more times than he could count. Even in high school, he'd erred on the side of athletic in terms of build, but the rigorous training had sculpted what baby fat he had into nothingness. Many people had groaned at his touchy-feely nature, but it had been easy to smile and dismiss it, flashing a grin and pronouncing that at least he was cuddly.<br/><br/>The realization made him ease up enough not to put the embrace into 'bruising' territory. He guessed he'd have to watch that more now that he was on the outside. There hadn't been much of a chance for hugs in the Program days.<br/><br/>After paying (not at all apologetic), and rooting himself next to Shiloh to wait for their order, Noah huffed a quiet chuckle."Not so much." He ducked his head to tuck a few strands of fiery hair behind his ear."Trainees are a combo of glorified interns and caddies. Shadowing is about as much fun as being a P.A." It was equal parts exhausting and exhilarating. He got to see Champion in action, but he wasn't allowed to help just yet unless Champion was in dire straits. " Get to have a bit of a social life now and wear some killer tights though." Noah winked, breaking into another burst of chortles right after.<br/><br/>"You said you got a new job? What are you doing?" Shy was the smartest guy Noah knew or had been, but he didn't doubt Shy was just as impressive now.  Without his friend's help, Noah doubted he would have even had the grades to be accepted into the Program. He might have been taken into something else, just to keep an eye on his ability categorized as a 'Level B', but those didn't lead to the opportunities Noah had been given. Those options were nothing more than tagging cattle and getting the law breathing down your neck if you showed signed of using your power against society.<br/><br/>Truthfully, Noah had hoped Shiloh would have been taken into the Program too. He'd been overjoyed that they both ended up being a Supe, but like most childhood dreams, the hope had died quickly. He didn't even know what got some Supers accepted, and others passed by, but the day he'd packed his stuff up he'd hated his parents for springing the decision on him without deeper consideration. He'd grown to love the opportunity given to him, but a teen still had to take time to mourn the life he'd left behind.