For one, Noah was wearing a suit. A full suit, and sure it was navy blue, but it was a suit. Two, Noah had showered earlier that day. Even had Edith stand outside the door and shout at him to remind him to wash his hair, behind his ears, his toes. It didn't matter that he was clean, not to Noah. But when his mother had learned Noah was going to a wedding, with a boy, well. She'd had a lot to say. She'd paid for Noahs suit to be dry cleaned - to rid it of the dust bunnies and wrinkles it had accumulated on the floor of his closet. For three, Noah was wearing cologne. Not a lot, but it was a miracle that he didn't smell like the usual pile of day old weed he always did.
It wasn't like Noah was trying to impress anyone. He honestly wasn't. Noah had never felt the need to impress anyone, he was totally comfortable and confident in himself. However, a wedding was a different circumstance. People were supposed to dress up, look nice. So Noah was. The blond was lazy, sure. He'd never get this cleaned up for himself. Noah wouldn't get himself out of bed if it were just for himself. The second that his friends needed something though, anything, Noah was there. Even if it meant showering, and walking to the dry cleaners.
When Bowie had asked Noah to this wedding reception, Noah hadn't been surprised. He'd taken Bowie saying all his other options were busy without batting an eye. Noah was the champion at being oblivious. The dopey blond was used to his friends being clingy or physically affectionate. He always rolled with it. Coming from Bowie, it might have taken him off guard, but Noah didn't note it more than that. His friends had always paid Noah enough love and care that Noah was also pretty blind to that. It had become commonplace.
Though, all this attention placed solely on him was new. Noah was glowing. Sure, he was dumb, but he took note when Bowie was hardly leaving his side. Noah did well enough in crowds, he could make friends in a second. People always warmed to his easy laugh and his relaxed nature. He never needed to follow friends around. It was nice, though, that Bowie didn't ditch him. Noah felt like he was getting drunk off the attention. Maybe that was the few drinks he'd gotten from the open bar too (always getting one for Bowie, as well).
When his date had slipped away to the washroom, Noah had taken to talking amiably to the people around him with ease. There was never any awkward areas with him. It was just a minute before he'd had the inkling to smoke though, and excused himself outside. It was fucking freezing but Noah had been making regular trips out. He wasn't addicted, but he liked the sociable aspect of smoking. Usually someone else Bowie and he had been talking to was going out for a smoke, so Noah had simply gone with. This was the first time he was going it alone.
It only took Noah another minute perhaps he should have told someone to tell Bowie where he was headed when he'd come back. Noah always thought of those things too late. So before he could light a joint he was turning right around to go back inside. Luckily, though, Bowie was coming out right that minute. Maybe someone had the wherewithal to tell Bowie where Noah was. For just a moment, Noah looked at the way the low lights spilled over Bowies face and shoulders. Then he was walking up to him and smiling and bumping their shoulders together amiably. He waited until he had Bowies attention, then signed as well as spoke. "Bowie! Bowie you're gonna freeze to death out here man!" but Noah was already pulling out his lighter and standing far too close to Bowie. It was for the warmth of them both, and because Noah had no boundaries (or grasp of the obvious feelings of his friend)..