Noah was dying his hair when she called and left a voicemail, so he didn't even hear it. He let the dye sit for a bit while he cooked dinner, another one of his hobbies he enjoyed and had rather missed. While dinner was in the oven, Noah washed the dye out, blowdried it, and styled it. It looked good. He felt good. He felt like himself again. Henry came back to their now, shared apartment, just as Noah was dishing out food. The two of them ate together and talked happily. Henry told Noah he liked his hair back to brunette, and Noah smiled. He was finally feeling good about himself. It was only after dinner that Noah saw the notification on his phone about a voicemail from Em. He swallowed, unsure whether or not to listen to it. So, later, he asked Henry. "Hey, Hen?" he asked. "Yeah?" Henry replied. "Em left me a voicemail and I don't know whether or not to listen to it," Noah explained. "Oh... well, thats something you need to decide, are you ready to hear what she has to say?" Henry asked, only looking out for Noahs best interest. Noah didn't know how to answer that question. He didn't feel ready...

Noah and Henry went to bed a little while later, both in their respective rooms. Henry was well asleep, but Noah lay awake, thinking about Em. He missed her. He really missed her. But he missed the Em who cared about him, the Em who put him first before anything, not the one who neglected him on Valentines Day. He pulled out his phone, listening to the voicemail. He started crying halfway through listening to it. He put his phone down once he had listened to it, crying. Once he'd calmed down, it was around 1 in the morning, but he still picked his phone back up and called her.

"Hey..." Noah started warily.

"...I got your voicemail,"

"I-... I miss you too. But, you hafta know what you did, it really hurt me,"