Noah's fingers brush across Freddie's bare chest and, even if it's not really sexual, it's still spreading warmth all through him. A different sort of warmth maybe, but Freddie brings his knees up a little, laying half in a fetal position even as he keeps his eyes closed.

He doesn't want to read too much into Noah's reply though he can still remember bits and pieces of last night, Noah insisting on them being only friends, the hurt behind his eyes.

"Does it... d'you mind that I do it?" he asks, forcing out the words and already readying himself for the reply, for some layer of judgment. It's nothing he's not heard before, but frankly, he's never really cared what others think. In his experience, it's only ever said out of jealousy, by people who can't manage to get laid as much for whatever reason.

But he doesn't think that'd be the case with Noah. His judgment would stem from some other force.