While it wasn't Noah's longest relationship, it was certainly the most easy going, despite the widow factor and running into his ex and Stone Hawthorne everytime he was on her floor. He'd gotten home with Wicket around three in the morning and had let himself into Peri's to crash with her.
Wicket had spent the night curled up on the armchair's ottoman in the living room. The smell of coffe hadn't woken him but it did eventually rouse a rumpled looking Noah. His recently cut short hair was sticking up all about the place. He was yawning and rubbing crust from the corners of his eyes as he shuffled to the kitchen in only a pair of pajama pants.