Noah was proud of his lack of fashion sense thank you. Not to mention he tended to be a bit colorblind or at least that was his excuse when he pulled shit out of the hamper, threw it on and found out it really didn't go. And well there was the whole fact that Noah would do his damn best to deny having anything in common with James. Nevermind all that stuff that they did have in common.
Nat didn't drive Noah to do anything. That he'd say until the end of time. Noah had put himself in this boat, no arguing that point at all and James would probably end up with a fist in his face if he kept it up. But then again he might end up with that regardless considering who was sitting next to him.
"Yeah. That's me. Self-pity on the rocks. Thanks for noticing." Noah bit out as he swung his gaze over to James. He wished he hadn't though. Just made him think of each and every reason that he hadn't broached the subject of doom with Natalia. So his gaze was turned directly back to his bottle and a nice long sip was taken. Much better.
"Right." Noah said tersely. Not believing for an instant that James didn't have anything to say. And lookie there he'd been right. "What." Noah said giving up his study of his bottle and turning to glare at James. "What the fuck are you talking about? I'm going to assume you're talking about the only reason we'd ever have contact and if you are... that's fucking-" Noah's lips pressed together tightly. "If you think she ever strung you along you're fucking insane." yeah that about summed it up.