Noah furrowed his brows in confusion when Amelia said she had a 'role to play.' What did that even mean? He assumed it was something to do with her parents, but he wasn't sure. "What is your role to play?" He asked, curious. If she opened up about having a role to play then he assumed she'd be happy telling him about it.<br/><br/>He looked over the greenhouse when she said it was too big, he smiled at that. It was nice to see she hadn't grown materialistic from living in such a beautiful house. Though he himself thought he'd quite like to live here, it definitely beat his small apartment. The man guessed it would get lonely after a while, especially if it was just him.<span style="font-style: italic">Keeping it clean would also be a hassle.</span><br/><br/>Noah looked over Amelia when she asked the question back, surprised she would ask. It was unusual for someone to ask something about him, after all he was payed to ask the questions and listen to patients talk about what they want to talk about. He cleared his throat, looking a little uncomfortable. He'd been at his job a long enough time to know giving away too much information about himself can be unproductive. He felt that with Amelia he'd have to, though. To gain her trust. She was only being polite after all.<br/><br/>"It's an apartment. About the size of your hallway." He chuckled a bit, rubbing his forehead. How he hated that place and everything it reminded him of. He wished he could move away. Then again, he did now live here. So in a sense, he had moved away.