For a second, Noah actually looks surprised, before a wide, bright smile crosses his face. It's so open, is the thing. So honest. Like Noah doesn't care at all about appearances or putting up a cool front.

It's nothing at all like anything Freddie is used to.

His own smile then feels more nervous but he tries to relax a bit as he nods again. "Yeah, that sounds good. Or text me." And, if he's honest, he half expects Noah to do neither. Despite that smile, this could very easily be all heat-of-the-moment talk, to be forgotten come daybreak. "Texting is better when I'm at work."