A small silence fell as, Noah assumed, Macy reacted to his "surprise!" answer. But, instead of a smile from the girl, he saw her look at the space next to her uncertainly and then -
Lying? Noah's quirked brow didn't waver, until he frowned, the cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. He scratched his forehead irritatedly. The one time he gave the response Macy had been after for all those years, she accuses him of lying? - Actually, maybe that wasn't surprising.
The man sighed, the tension going from his shoulders.
"I'm not lying. I'm not ecstatic," Noah forced a wide, obviously fake smile, then allowed his usual annoyed expression to return. "And it's not as if I don't think of how happy I would be with Macy -" He gestured to the air. "You - every day. But I love my girls and Robin, and they make me happy."
For a moment, Noah forgot he was supposed to be surly and unkind to the girl go-between. He shrugged.