Chapter 3: The Noise We Drown In The air had cooled, but neither of them seemed in a hurry to leave. Wesley stretched his arms over his head, letting them drop to his sides with a heavy sigh. “Alright,” he said. “So we’ve established that everyone’s addicted to distraction. What now?” Henry smiled faintly. “That depends. Do you think it’s a problem?” Wesley hesitated, then shrugged. “I mean… yeah.