Noah stopped for a moment. He looked over his shoulder, and to J. He let out a relieved breath, someone he actually knew.<br/>"Have a lacrosse game in an hour. Have to buy a new stick," he said simply.<br/>"And sorry," he apologized for nearly trampling J. Yeah, he tended to do that. Completely ignore people he didn't care about when he was pissed.<br/>But obviously, he cared about J.