Jeff had a mobile and expressive face, and Noah tracked the bloom of realization on his features. Realization of what, he wasn't sure, but since Jeff didn't say anything and turned away, it was clearly something private or secret. And no one held secrets better than Jeff.
"No. My lease isn't up for three months, so I can take my time packing and putting things in storage. I hate leaving. Julia and I lived there for so long." His fingers curled into the mesh of the fencing. "Tuesday, I'll take the car over and get Spatula." His mouth quirked. "You know about ficus trees--move one, and it drops all its leaves in protest. Spatula will be like that, only with fur. We'll adjust, though." Eventually "How's Grace? I need to get back to her shop soon." The question was casual; he wouldn't pry into Jeff's business. If Jeff wanted to talk, he would, and if he didn't, that was fine as well.