In the coming days, I tried to be as 'friendly' as I could towards Noah. Since my elbow was finally healed, I was able to take on the kitchen again.
I cooked a feast for as many times as I needed and dragged him along with me to go on strolls.
It was great and peaceful and even if Noah didn't like the idea of exposing himself when he didn't have his memories, he did not complain for long and began to enjoy our walks and small talk.
Sure, he buried his humble character and acted quite hard to deal with but I found this Noah much more tolerable than the one who would try his best to evade my privacy in order to 'help' me and that version of him that didn't care what I was doing, acting like I didn't exist and moving like a programmed robot.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, and there was no sign of Noah's rut, which he was so worried about.
In fact, we had become quite compatible roommates, and we ended up having movie nights at times.
