"So you're Jade's guide." Beckett sounds at once resigned and incredulous, regarding Noel from his tense perch on the armchair.
Noel nods tiredly. He's back on the couch, blanket once again over his lap like he's some consumptive Victorian waif sitting by an open window. And he's only sitting down because he nearly collapsed while trying to disengage from the hug. So maybe the comparison isn't unwarranted.
"The past few months, the mysterious guide he's been mooning over is you."
"Trust me, I was surprised too," Rae announces his presence as he reenters the room, carefully balancing three steaming mugs between two hands. Noel hadn't even noticed he was gone until a few moments ago, too tunnel-visioned on his brother to absorb much of anything else. "Transference is vanishingly rare, and I've never heard of someone so low-class having it."
