"That's a weird question," Noah says with a breathy laugh. He takes the glass of water from Freddie now that he's gotten the pills down, reaching over to set it by the coffee. "Do you think I should be mean to you?"

"C'mere." He smiles again, this time a bit more amused, and scoots over on the couch, giving Freddie a tug to try and get him to lay his head in his lap. "Or are you just asking if you're special?" he teases, arranging Freddie so that he can rub his head.