"Because it always does," Freddie replies, not quite a snap if only because his head hurts to much to make it one.

Still, he sits up again, putting more space between himself and Noah, perching on the edge of the sofa so he can take another sip of water. He's somehow not surprised that Noah's asked is the thing and he doesn't particularly want to go into all the ways in which he's unsuitable for any fucking relationship. He already feels like shit as it is.

He slumps after a moment, once again rubbing at the ache in his temple, eyes shut against everything.