There's still a pounding in Freddie's skull and he finally rests his coffee cup against his knee so he can press two fingers against his temple, like he might be able to shove out the ache somehow. Christ, how much did he have last night?

Noah's still talking, his voice quiet and reassuring. For a moment, he wonders how it is Noah even knows that there were others, but then he remembers.

There's no keeping any fucking secrets from Noah. He's worried to find out exactly what else Noah knows about him.

With a sigh, he drops his hand from his temple and frowns down at the carpet. The ache hasn't lessened any and, though Noah's not said he's all that disappointed, Freddie can still remember so clearly the look on Noah's face last night. How happy he'd been at just the idea of a single date. "Don't really care if they don't," he says eventually and it's not entirely a lie. If anything, his biggest worry is Jake having a laugh at his expense for this whole thing.

And Noah.

He looks up then, meeting Noah's eyes. "Would you still want to?" he asks after only a moment's more hesitation. "Try a date, I mean."