[She tilts her head, searching his expression for the things he isn't saying out loud, silent until she pushes herself upright. If she knows Noel as well as she thinks she does, there are a lot of things he isn't saying, but pushing him is going to do him no good. Not now, anyway.
Instead, she opts for crossing over to him and poking him right in the middle of his forehead.]
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Instead, she opts for crossing over to him and poking him right in the middle of his forehead.]
Stop sulking. I hate when you do that.