Noah was patiently waiting. He wanted to hear the reply. Eyes brushing lightly upon the burnt grass, he fixated a gaze on Cami curiously. What would she see? Noah believed his thoughts strange, compared to most people. He's one who puts more value on reason than emotions. That's just the way it is for him. The head over the heart.
His thought processed Cami's words as she spoke, because the brain works faster than the lips. Noah creased his brows, furrowing them to form a slight frown. "I'm not a believer of fate." His reply was vague, but he figured Cami would see into the specifics in his head. Since he's not a huge fan of fate, he would not let things work out on its own. If Noah can make a difference, he'll put his reasoning abilities to good use. "I over-analyze." That's the closest Noah's ever gotten to admiting a possible flaw of his. His mind, so strong and fluent, is prone to over-analyze and create his own demise.
Noah stretched out his legs aswell, almost as if imitating Cami's gestures, though in a generally more masculine way.
"Why process everything after the fact?"
Noah figured if one can solve the problem before it occurs, it saves a lot of trouble. Trial-and-error is often very dangerous. If there're problems that cannot be worked out beforehand, he'd take them head on. If he can think over them and fix them before the flame becomes an explosion, he would.