Noah had been mildly confused by Chase's behavior once they'd awakened in a jail cell together, but he'd been willing enough to let it slide. Maybe the guy wasn't a morning person. Maybe he was one of those people who needed a while to orient himself when something shitty like this happened. He didn't have any problem with Chase, had rarely even interacted with the guy before, and it was all good. Who would have expected that they'd wake up in jail with Simms in charge of everyone?
Maybe they should have expected it given the circumstances.
Luckily Noah had been able to catch on to what Chase had in mind fairly quickly, and he'd thought why the hell not? Better than sitting like sheep in this cell and waiting for God only knew what might happen to them. It was going to be weird to manufacture a fight with Chase, but Noah knew he could do it. In his younger days, he'd been in his share of bar fights over nothing in particular. This would be more contrived, but he could capture the spirit of those other fights, possibly.
Noah worked at his facial expression, hoping it looked reasonably natural. Surprise at the accusation, fading quickly to annoyance mixed with a certain smugness. He was leaning against one end of the bunk beds, and he shrugged a shoulder languidly. "Nothin's going on between me and Kiley," he said. Clearly there was more; that was evident in the slight tug of Noah's mouth into a smirk. He summoned up the memory of making out with Kiley that time, in his bed. It could have so easily been more, so easily have been the truth. The attraction had been there. "Not now, anyway," he added.