Recharge
He heard her before he saw her.
Ben once asked how that was possible, considering her lack of Noise. Did he mean her silence amongst the chaos, was what he heard? Just that one loose connection in the circuit? But that too wasn't possible. She wasn't the only silent voice anymore; there were always women brandishing their quietness within the discord of sound.
No, that wasn't how he 'heard' her. She did, in a way, have her own Noise. For him, it was almost like a warm hum; like that of a mother soothing her child to sleep.
He'd turn at the whisper of her sound, relish the sight of her bright, seeking eyes, his hand already reaching for her own. And in that moment, her hum would transform into that of a steady current, flowing into his veins and sieging his mind. His Noise would take on a joyous, relieved glow. His place in the world tied securely to her presence.
And he'd know that he could push on, with her waiting to repair his broken self once again.