Well, this wasn't awkward at all, Noah thought wryly. An angry medic glaring at him, Ledger taking in everything and announcing the obvious in that way that only small children could do, and Vienna, swimming in one of his old, faded shirts and some sweatpants, giving him a look he couldn't quite read. All this would need would be for Bea to emerge from her room and join the party. Hopefully he'd be spared that, at least.
Noah's gaze flickered from the child on the couch to Ty and finally to Vienna, and he desperately wanted to touch her, put his arms around her, but he couldn't say he wanted an audience. "Hey," he answered. "Sorry it's so late. I just, um--." He paused to rake his fingers through his hair, which he hadn't even thought to comb before he'd come over here. "Wanted to talk to you."
Talk to you, see you, figure out what's going on here, because I fucking miss you. Why was it that he could speechify in his head, but when it came to letting words out, he so often failed?
"Sorry," Ty said to Vienna when she chided him, knowing full well he deserved it. "Ledger, don't ever talk like me, alright? I need my mouth washed out with soap." The tension could have cut the air like a knife, and after a quick glance between Noah and Vienna, he said, "I can take the kid back to your room, or we can pile up on the couch again. Whichever."