"Stop thinking about the crash, think about something better. Say.....painting. Yeah, you like painting. Think about that, try to think of a painting that you would make." She tried, coming up with ideas.

Noah didn't want to think about painting either. He couldn't paint right now due to his casts and that just made everything worse.

"Nevermind, uh, seeing your friends. Yeah, your friends. Think about them, maybe?"

Noah didn't want to think about that either. He hadn't spoken to any of them in months.

"Heck I don't know, im trying to think of stuff you'd enjoy thinking about. Maybe back to our first date? I remember I had the time of my life that night, anyways that's besides the point. Think of something that makes you happy,"

Noah didn't reply. He didn't want to be happy. He didn't want to be anything.

"As i'd rather not see you depressed, because that'd mean that I failed. So, please do eventually cheer up." She mused lightly, cutting the tone as she set the food aside and just flopped down next to him.

Noah didn't respond. It wasn't her that had failed. It was him that was giving up.

"Just don't give up on it, that's all." She mumbled, questioning if she should go to bed now or later.

Yeah... Noah had already given up. He'd been though so much shit in his life and he just wanted it to end.