Noah mostly didn't care what other people thought, and that definitely included their opinions on who he might choose to sit with on a whim. "I'm used to being unique," he replied when Dominic told him he might be one of the few people who wasn't worried about being seen with him. The remark could have been taken as slightly snarky, but Noah's tone saved it from that; he sounded as nonchalant as he was.
He tipped his head back against the brick wall, not feeling the need to maintain eye contact in order to talk to someone. It was nice here, and he was well aware that things could have been much worse overall. So far, he liked this better than the government safehouses, it was relatively secure, and he had a place to sleep at night. What wasn't to like?
"They'll really have something to bitch about when it snows," Noah pointed out. He tended to be more amused than anything by the teenagers and their posts on the network. Maybe it was his past experience with kids that age, but he couldn't get too worked up about their complaints. He'd much rather hear complaints about the weather and being bored than what he'd dealt with in the past; he'd once been accused of being the meanest teacher in the world for refusing to give any extra credit to push a student's grade from a high C to a low B. Yeah, kids were great, but he was just as happy that his life path had led him away from teaching.