<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Same old Noah. Shiloh remembered those bear hugs, those crushing embraces that always made him feel so much smaller in comparison. By no means was he a short man, but next to a bulky  jock like Noah, he definitely didn't match up very well, for while he stood at a fairly average height - just under six feet - his lanky frame was largely eclipsed by the other man's broad stature. It definitely didn't help that Noah had spent years in a training program bulking up, where Shiloh had a hard time gaining enough weight to form proper muscles in the first place. Such had made him a prime target for high school bullies after Noah had left.<br/>
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Refusing to linger on an unpleasant thought, Shiloh leaned into the embrace and put arms around him in turn. It really had been too long. Though for all his efforts to ignore that which had taken Noah from him, the other man shot them all to hell almost immediately thereafter by reminding him why they had lost touch. "Yeah. I know." Shiloh simply hadn't been impressive enough to land a space in the program, but god, he had wanted to. Landing in the program set Supers up for life. A completely free ride. Away from the drama of public school, away from his troubled home life, away from the thought of financial difficulties. The program would have taken care of all that. Everything. But in a heavily competitive field, traits like his were simply not desirable enough. Not bombastic enough to justify the expense of training.<br/>
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"Caffeine would be great," he agreed, following him to the counter. "I just started a new job and I'm not getting much sleep." But before he had a chance to consider what he might order, Noah beat him to the punch. Iced coffee with a shot of caramel and espresso. That he even remembered his drink was something of a surprise, albeit a pleasant one that had him smiling anew. "I'm too set in my ways to change something as important as a coffee order."<br/>
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And it seemed that some things really didn't change, for while Shiloh reached into his back pocket to procure his wallet, Noah moved faster and paid for both. "Noah..." The man had always done that. More than once in school, he had <i>accidentally</i> paid for both of their lunches or <i>accidentally</i> including his snacks with his own when they dropped by a convenience store. Shiloh's lack of privilege had never really been a secret, though Noah had never lorded it over him. In the name of preserving his ego, however, he took it upon himself to take a few singles and drop them into the tip jar for good measure.<br/>
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Moving to where prepared drinks were served, Shiloh leaned a narrow hip against the counter, content for a bit of small talk while they waited. "So are you a free man now?" he queried, arms crossed, crystal blue eyes seeing the redhead's gaze. "Off to fight crime, save the world?"</span>