Macy frowned. She knew it would be like this. She'd spent days upon months upon years watching Noah. He'd changed, but not quite as much as one would expect him to. He was still sassy and sarcastic, and really pretty rude. She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth and shook her head. "Easy, Noah. Be nice." She knew he couldn't hear her. She'd learned that long ago. But it still needed to be said, and she didn't think Presley would be the one to do it.
"I'm sorry about him," she aimed at the girl now. "He means well, really. He just has this...defense mechanism. It's his biggest flaw, I think. He's nice when you get to know him." She bit her lip. He used to be nice anyways. But maybe losing a sister and a girlfriend on the same day made you bitter -- or rather, more bitter than you were previously. This, Macy didn't know the answer to. After all, if anyone had a right to be bitter, it was her. And she kept things pleasant pretty readily, thank you very much.