"No, it is fine. I should attempt to get along with your friends, should I not?" Ugh, the very thought of it all almost didn't seem worth it. He was almost in his forties. he didn't need to be on the beach, not with teenagers he didn't specifically enjoy the company of. He was doing it only for Quistis, simply because no matter how horrible a person he could be to people, he wanted to at least try to be nice to her and the people she cared for.

Guiding his female companion out of her room, Noah made sure not to hurry, just so she wouldn't feel disoriented-- well, more so. He just wanted to keep her comfortably, if only because losing her like he did opened his eyes to some deeper feelings he didn't think he was capable of anymore.