As soon as she was in the hallway, Noah moved. He could be quick like a bunny when he wanted to be, and just now he wanted to be; his arms wrapped around her tightly, his face against her dyed hair, just needing the feel of somebody who maybe cared about him and maybe didn't mind him being the way he was.
"Sorry," he said quietly into her hair, his voice muffled.
"Noah," the orderly down the hall warned, his voice carrying. By now, everyone knew Noah's problems with the no-touching rule.
Slowly, reluctantly, his arms removed themselves from around her and he shoved his hands into the pockets of those oversized cargo shorts to keep from doing it again.
"I'm sorry," he repeated to Shock quietly. "I missed you really bad."