Noah appeared briefly confused once Presley "translated" Macy's response. Then he let the emotion drain from his face and resumed his very practiced impression of a rock. He took a drag from his cigarette and scratched his head through the top of his baseball cap.
Exhausted. Right. So Macy sought him out in the -...afterlife (well, that fucked all his nihilistic beliefs, didn't it), she stirred up every feeling Noah had thought he'd laid to rest years ago and made him feel the cracks she'd left in his heart, then when she didn't like his answer or whatever it was (was she upset?), she decided to call it a day. Could spirits or whatever even experience exhaustion? The man looked down at Presley, obviously unhappy.
"If it pleases her, I'm happy no longer," he said flatly, then sighed again, exhaling a cloud of smoke. He'd never considered what an encounter such as this might be like, for all his pining after his dead girlfriend, but still it was all so strange. He'd forgotten - Macy was just a girl. She had been so young, and after she had gone, Noah had continued on in life. He was - for lack of a better word - mature(r). This skewed the dynamic. "It's fine. That's fine. Sure, kid."
Because who didn't like meeting random teenagers multiple times to talk about one's murdered girlfriend? Really now.