Noah meets Freddie's gaze, openly surprised. He's silent at first, wondering if this is something Freddie actually wants, or if he's only asking because he feels guilty. Noah doesn't want Freddie to feel obligated, to feel cornered into going, but he also doesn't want to ask if that's what this is and make a big deal out of something that probably shouldn't be. Except for how he really likes Freddie.

Inwardly, Noah groans at himself and his impossible feelings.

He shifts in the chair, fingers curling around his sweatshirt sleeves. "If that's what you want," he says, trying to not sound too suspicious or too eager, still torn between the two.