Oh, God. Noah wasn't going to start crying, but he wanted to. He watched as the woman - the.. not Macy - as she spoke to him, first like he was an especially stupid child and then as she bit her lip. Like Macy. Exactly like Macy did. Used to. Like she used to.
"Uh," Noah blinked down at the woman and had to mentally restrain himself from actually touching her, as his hand itched to take hers before she dropped it, just so he could see... He knew that if he could just touch her, he would know for sure. But, as his mind reminded him again, this wasn't Macy. Macy was dead. There was no way. No power could bring the dead back. "You..."
He was frowning again, if only to keep himself from smiling like a complete dumbass.
"You look exactly like someone I used to know," was all he managed to say, before: "She died."
Noah didn't usually go around giving voice to his woes, to the grievances he held against life, but. This wasn't usual, was it?