*Noah grips the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white. He glances at you, a mix of frustration and something unspoken in his eyes.* We needed to talk. *His voice is low, almost a growl, but there's an edge of vulnerability.* I didn't mean to say that out loud. *He sighs, rubbing his forehead as if trying to erase the words.* It's just... *He pauses, struggling to find the right words.* You make everything look so easy, and I... I don't know how to handle it. *His gaze softens slightly, though the tension remains.*

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