Noel found himself stuck with observing his creator, just staying by his side and caressing his face. They were by the fireplace, the light of the flame dancing over his face, and slowly bringing back a flush of color on his pale, freezing skin.
All the memories were just flashing back to Noel on this moment. Like a person who was dying, and could only reminisce the past before they die.
It was acceptance, this remembrance. He was accepting his inevitable fate to sleep with the fishes, to give up on struggling on the sea of life and just drown.
Soon, the snow has melted, and Mickey was stirring awake. But Noel was still stuck seeing his past as he looked at him.
And his past was all Mickey Xing. Even the memories with Wolfe had always been about Mickey Xing.
His smile when he was first 'born', the way his eyes fluttered, his unique way of talking that people see as 'child-like', his favorite clothes to wear, the petrichor scent he always had...