The faint nervous jitters dissolved the moment he heard a familiar voice approach. Time had changed it a bit, courtesy of good ol' puberty finally setting in their bones, but Noah would still recognize it easily. He'd heard enough of it the one hours Shiloh did his best to keep Noah out of remedial Math. Noah wasn't the usual dumb-as-a-post jock, but he had his strong points, and Math hadn't been one of them. Art had been something he'd enjoyed, especially when he'd torment his best friend good-naturedly with the paint-dots on the arm or cheek.<br/><br/>"Shy! Lookit you, finally discovered mousse?" Noah stood, reaching out to pull Shiloh into a strong-armed hug before he could think better of it. Noah was always a hugger, tactile to his core. Be it wrapping his arm over shoulders, jostling, hip checks, or ruffling hair, Noah tended to have little conscience when it came to touching people he was interacting with. Even his powers were dictated by his hands, but he tried not to let many in on that secret, for if anyone found out he could be effectively crippled by thorough binding or worse- severing, he'd be in trouble.<br/><br/>"It's good to see you! Jesus, it's been forever. I would have emailed or something but- You know." His grin took on a bit of a wry quirk. Communications were extraordinarily limited in strict Programs, and he'd been allowed to talk to his parents only. The Danielsons weren't the worst of people, but they hadn't been the warmest of parents either. Noah doubted they would have passed any message he had to Shiloh, considering their...differences.<br/><br/>"I don't know about you, but I could use some caffeine and a sugar rush." He turned them off towards the counter and started rattling off his order, pausing halfway through Shiloh's before he realized what he'd done. "Oh crap-, Sorry. I guess old habits die hard. Can't believe I remember that...Tastes change since cram session days?" He asked while fishing into his jeans for his wallet.<br/><br/>Noah had usually found covert ways of paying for things, either by doing it when Shiloh's back was turned or not giving the other the option to start with. He'd known they were from<i>very</i>different walks of life when they were younger, and his parents had given him an allowance as long as he kept his grades reasonable and didn't get anyone pregnant. When he'd been gifted his car for his sixteenth, Shiloh's home had been his first stop. It hadn't been the fanciest set of wheels (His dad grumbled he wasn't getting him a thirty-grand car just to wreck), but it had been nicer than most high school students had to look forward to.