[ well now— that’s a weirdass confession to make. where the hell did he come from? the middle ages or something?

noelle makes sure to nod in sympathy all the same because hey— it’s been a pain in the ass for her to find something to get her out of the house. one too many condescending pats to the head as she’s cooed that she’s much safer/better at home. ]

Would you like some recommendations? [ she looks up at the ceiling like she’s trying to remember something from much earlier. ] I was looking through the morning newspaper with my dad and I spotted some job openings.

None of them were a good fit for me, for one reason or another, but maybe you could look at them? It wouldn’t hurt to try!