Noah's smile is slower this time, more tentative than it'd been last night and only a little less bright. Something eases in Freddie's chest for just a moment until Noah's quickly pushing himself up and disappearing down the hall.

Confused, Freddie sits up a bit, turns to watch him go, relived when he returns moments later with a glass of water and bottle of pills.

"Might be awhile," he says with a nearly apologetic smile as he reaches over to set his coffee aside in favor of the water. He balances it between his crossed legs as he quickly palms a few pills, knocking them back and washing them down with a quick swig of water. Swallowing, he glances up again, eyes on Noah, his voice quieter when he asks, "You always this nice to everyone?"