[Noah takes a startled step back on instinct. It's less the 1,000 lbs of muscle and more the person riding it; he's terrible with new people, and honestly, he didn't expect a stranger to be able to see him. Noah stares an uncomfortably long moment, his mouth agape. He takes in her crazy dress, the horse--was there a Renaissance fair in town?
His hands flutter over his pockets, lift as fingers fiddle with each other, then both drop to rub on his pants. Finally, he quietly speaks]
It wouldn't have mattered anyway. [he says it not in a self-deprecating way, but matter-of-factly. He really believes he wouldn't have been hurt. He really doesn't look damaged, though, save for a nasty bruise under his eye.]
oh my god my dreams have come true. LUCY
His hands flutter over his pockets, lift as fingers fiddle with each other, then both drop to rub on his pants. Finally, he quietly speaks]
It wouldn't have mattered anyway. [he says it not in a self-deprecating way, but matter-of-factly. He really believes he wouldn't have been hurt. He really doesn't look damaged, though, save for a nasty bruise under his eye.]