Yeah, but I'd tell him. [shrugs] It's no use lying about it! That's why I like you . . . what if I'd lied to you about it or something and you still didn't know? I'd know you didn't actually love me because you wouldn't actually know me. Like, I mean. If I told you later what it means to be a Noah, things would just get weird! I don't tell people so much anymore because I got sick of explaining it ten fucking times every day. But then I realize later that they don't know what I am.