JP wasn't entirely sure what he'd been expecting Noah to say. 'Because he wanted to see behind the curtain', maybe, like this experience was just some bizarre bad trip, that they'd somehow fallen into Oz, and Noah was Dorothy, coming into shake things up.
That maybe one day I'd find you.
Whatever he'd been expecting, it hadn't been that. While JP had thought about Noah every day - probably in a way that was exceptionally pathetic and sad - he hadn't assumed that the other guy would have done the same. After all, Noah had always been good with people. He had assumed that Noah would have just made new friends, thought occasionally about his childhood one and hopefully looked back on their time as neighbours with fond memories.
He didn't think that Noah would sign up to work for a black-ops site and sign his life away to working for the people who were behind this in the hope - the wild hope - that they might be reunited.
If circumstances had been different, JP might even have considered that a romantic thing to do for someone, but this was Noah. And Noah... Noah was Noah, legitimately the nicest man alive.
"Well," he said, reaching out and touching Noah's hand again. "That was one hell of a gamble." Though he knew this time that the touch wouldn't be enough, so without letting go he got to his feet and moved to sit on Noah's other side, settling so they were touching from shoulder to knee. "Looks like it paid off."