Noah just looks at his hands, wanting to say that everything ends, eventually. That's why everything matters. But he doesn't want to get existentialist when Freddie has a hangover and he feels like his chest might break from how bad it hurts.

It's not what he wants, but it's what he has to do. If he can put up some boundaries maybe he'll stop wanting to be Freddie's boyfriend. That's all he can seem to do lately.

"Yeah," he says. He finds a smile somewhere. "I can still rub your head, help you get rid of your headache if you want."