Noah felt he was drifting away. Perhaps. He'd hoped he could have done more lately with Connor but with Phoenix in town it seemed he only had time for him.
First it was the fact that he might not ever see Phoenix again. He didn't know how long he'd even be in town. So they basically were inseparable for about a week or so. And he'd somehow lost touch with Connor.
Yes, Connor met his best friend. That lasted about five minutes. Connor didn't know the people they knew nor the places they'd been. And Noah didn't want to subject Connor to all their conversations about places, people, the music and even food.
It was good to see Phoenix and Noah felt as if he needed this sort of reunion. Phoenix taught him so much about feeling the soul of jazz at his fingertips. Even on his guitar.
Then, to find out Phoenix was staying, thrilled Noah even more. Yet, it sadden him that Phoenix's eye sight was fading. So they'd made a trip to Chicago. Got caught in a blizzard. Somehow, they managed to find all the museums and clubs that Phoenix wanted to go too.
Next thing Noah noticed was the lack of phone calls from Connor. Finally, nothing at all.
"I dunno why this is happening." Noah fumed about it. He tried his best not to get mad at anyone about Connor. "I just thought we were good together." He told Phoenix.
"Just how close were you two?" Phoenix looked as if he was ready to compute Noah's future with Connor.
"We dated. I wanted to take thing really slow with him." Noah shrugged.
"Bro, maybe you took it too slow." Phoenix laughed, but Noah took it serious. That might have been what happened.
"Maybe it just wasn't meant to be." Phoenix looked at Noah as if he deserved better. Still, he wondered what Connor was doing.