Noah's eyes widened at Macy's apparent innocence in the face of his worry, haste, and confusion. Noah forced himself to quit breathing so hard and sucked on his cigarette. He watched his girlfriend unlock her front door, check her pocket, and then look at him.
...Did he want to come in? What the hell kind of question was that. Noah was having trouble not sputtering incoherently. He shook his head a couple of times, his sunglasses threatening to jump from his nose. "Are you joking right now? Because if you are, this is fucking stupid. I probably killed a cat coming over here and you ask me if I want to come in! What I want is to know what the hell is going on."