Noah looked at the girl sitting in the chair across the room. He turned, after a moment, to run cold water over the tip of his cigarette until it went out. He dropped the thing into the sink, then turned back to Macy. "Well, then I'll move in with you."
Likely this wasn't the conversation Macy wanted to be having when she'd texted him. All the same, it did make Noah happy. Not that he'd readily admit to such.