"They don't all end badly," Freddie says, not entirely certain why he's keeping on the subject when Noah seems content to drop it. "Sometimes they just... end."

And sometimes that feels worse, thinking you're special in some small way before finding out your wrong, just drifting away little by little. Til you're little more than a ghost. Maybe that's at least something Noah can understand.

Freddie glances down at the nudge of Noah's toes before exchanging his glass of water for the coffee. Turning his head a bit, he glances back at Noah then, brow still furrowed. "Friends, but not more copping off, that what you want?"