They're absolutely tears of joy, and she keeps reaching up to try and wipe them away but by the time they're gone, there's more to replace them and at a certain point she just gives up, brushing her lips against his skin to match each time he brushes his against hers. "I didn't think I'd-...it was-...all I've ever done was Romeo and Juliet and I was so sure that I wouldn't-...and then I got the callback and that was already too good to be true and I didn't want to jinx it or-or get my hopes up or get your hopes up and I was-...I thought they were calling to tell me they'd picked someone else." She's laughing. She can't stop fucking laughing, tilting Noah's head back to kiss him as best she can through her smile, though the millions of Thank yous and I love yous and There aren't words for how much you mean to mes on her lips that she can't force out right now.
"Wendla. She-...Mama Who Bore Me." She sings that song all the time, so she knows that's the easiest way for Noah to identify the person he's talking about, even if the name comes out closer to an unintelligible sob/laugh than the actual name. But that's one of the good things about long term relationships. She knows he understands her anyway. "Lead, Noah. I got the lead."
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Date: 2012-02-06 03:28 am (UTC)"Wendla. She-...Mama Who Bore Me." She sings that song all the time, so she knows that's the easiest way for Noah to identify the person he's talking about, even if the name comes out closer to an unintelligible sob/laugh than the actual name. But that's one of the good things about long term relationships. She knows he understands her anyway. "Lead, Noah. I got the lead."