[There's entirely too much to think about, but Noah doesn't particularly mind having this much food for thought. He may end up losing sleep with all these questions knocking around in his head, but with nothing urgent to attend to in the morning, there are certainly worse fates.

Noah hums, gaze lost in the wrinkles of consternation that seem like permanent fixtures on the lead woman's face.]

I can see that. A different life doesn't necessarily mean one free of complication. Her problems are just different from ours, I'd imagine. She's fighting different battles.

[When Mio rests her temple on his shoulder, Noah stiffens, his immediate thought being that he's in her way, but... if Mio thought so, she wouldn't hesitate to nudge him over or say so. Maybe she's tired? Maybe the viewing angle is better this way?

...At any rate, he'll try not to think overly hard over that as well, relaxing his shoulders.]