Noah just mopes basically. Or he sits on a camp chair he stole and stares off into space. He's spoken 16 words to me after that day which was:
"Xavier on the fourteenth we're going back to Aspen to fight them. Marcus is there waiting."
Since then, not a peep, not a look. He just sits and stares. I don't even know if he sleeps, or eats for that matter. He's skinnier that's for sure. But when i go to bed he's there, when i wake up, he's there, when i get back from hunts or runs, he's there. In that chair. Staring at one spot.
It's been two weeks.
He's sat so long he's killed the grass from where he shoes are and the legs of the chair, he's almost worn it so the ends are about an inch into the dirt.
"Noah?" I say. It's the first time i spoke to him in seven days. I've given up. He nev
