Not for the first time, Freddie's struck by how young Noah is. Despite the surprises he'd pulled in bed, the kid's only seventeen, has really only had one boyfriend before. Two sexual partners total.

Freddie has nine years of sexual experience on this kid.

So he lets out a quiet huff of a laugh at the question, sitting up and running a hand through his hair. "'bout twice a week," he says, sounding almost defensive. Dismissive. He can feel the walls reassembling bit by bit. It's good though, he thinks. Better now than later; better to get it the fuck over with. He doesn't care. He never fucking cares.