After, Noah lays next to Freddie in bed, lazily tracing the slope of his shoulder, the curve of his jaw, combing fingers through his soft hair. He wants to stay. He likes Freddie, and if he's honestly he hates to sleep alone. But it's not like they're in a relationship, and Noah doesn't know the protocol for...anything. He could ask, but then he wouldn't want Freddie to feel obligated to say yes. He should leave. Even though this is really nice.

"I guess I should get going. This was really nice," he says, and smiles warmly, a little shyly.