<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Some part of Shiloh still expected Noah to disappear again. To vanish overnight, just as he had before. In a way, he supposed, he was a touch bitter. It hadn't been Noah's decision entirely, of course, and he certainly hadn't played any role in Shiloh's rejection from the Program. All the same, Shiloh had always harbored more than a touch of envy for his friend. Envy that had resurfaced upon seeing his face again.<br/>
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Mercifully, the satisfaction at seeing Noah overrode whatever envy or jealousy he still harbored. It was, he told himself, a pittance. Having him back in his life far outweighed any bitterness he might have been carrying from years ago, though it would be an uphill battle reminding himself of that every time Noah rushed off to save the city. Or foil a bank robbery. Or rescued cats from trees like a glorified firefighter. Whatever job they usually gave the interns.<br/>
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It came as some relief hearing in no uncertain terms that Noah didn't plan on going away again. Accordingly, the smile that reached his face was a bright one, and he wasted little time in taking Noah's phone to input his number. He supposed he felt a little foolish, being as happy as he was to have his friend back, but for the moment he barely cared how he might have looked. He had always had a soft spot for Noah, and he was actually rather pleased to know it was still there, even after a few years apart.<br/>
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"I guess this means you won't be a stranger," he remarked, passing back his phone and taking a quick sip from his coffee. "I'm a little busy these days with work and everything, but my social life is... eh, same as it ever was. So weekends are usually pretty open."</span>