Frowning still, Freddie huffs out a breath as he rolls onto his back, his head still pillowed on Noah's thigh and legs bent at the knee, his feet on the cushions as he looks up at Noah.

"More what?" he asks because he's not sure if they're talking about the sex Freddie has with Noah or the sex he's had with other people. "You either care or you don't, right? Hard to have an in-between in this context."