Noah should have known better. He's been to enough of Magnus' parties, had he really believed Freddie would look at him the way he'd looked at him last night? Why had he believed it?

He manages somehow to keep his face impassive, the coffee and bag slowly lowering, but he hears it all. He almost laughs when Freddie thinks of Hild, even though the last thing he's feeling right now is humorous.

"Okay," he says softly, wishing he could leave. If he had the excuse of vanishing like before the spell, he'd do it, but Freddie's upset. Noah tries to shelve his own feelings and remember to breathe. Not that he needs to. "It'll be okay. It's not your fault, you can explain to them."

Honestly, he has no idea what he's even saying.