It's too early for sarcasm and Freddie barely manages to roll his eyes, fingers of one hand still pressed to his temple. He considers taking another drink of water, but instead just holds the glass uselessly.

"Think it's safe to say I've had a bit more experience in the area than you," he says, well aware that it's a bit of a low blow, but unable to stop the words. There is some truth in them, after all. "Everything goes to piss in the end, trust me."

And yet, even as he says it, there's still a part of him that would like to try, a part that thinks Noah might be different. What could one date hurt, at least? So long as he doesn't fuck it up like the last time.