Noah was sitting on his bed with a box of crayons in his lap and a coloring book spread out in front of him. He glanced up at the knock, lips turning up into a warm smile. "Sure!" he replied eagerly, already replacing the crayon he was holding back into the box.
Sliding off the bed, he put the crayons and coloring book on the nearest flat surface and immediately climbed back onto his bed. His small legs dangled off the edge, feet swaying to and fro idly. He wasted almost no time in getting to his questions.
"Why did that man say those things?" That, of course, was the main question. Although a second one followed quickly, then a third.
"How do you know him? Does he really have the same name as me? Nobody else that I know has the same name as me." He paused there, peering up at Gabriel with an eager expression and the assumption that his dad was going to tell him the truth, and make it all make sense.