Noah grabs his shirt up off the floor and blue illuminates against his pale face as he turns on his phone.
Freddie finds himself staring for a moment, bewildered even as Noah holds it out to him, a contact field already brought up with his name typed in. He considers adding his last name, considers adding a fake one because it's not like Noah would have any clue, before he decides to do neither and instead taps in his phone number, the strange American one that had been given to him upon his arrival.
He nearly advises Noah to test it before realizing how stupid that sounds and instead pastes on another smile. "You sure about the cab? I can lend you a few quid," he asks, still unsettled and awkward.
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Date: 2016-08-29 03:28 am (UTC)Freddie finds himself staring for a moment, bewildered even as Noah holds it out to him, a contact field already brought up with his name typed in. He considers adding his last name, considers adding a fake one because it's not like Noah would have any clue, before he decides to do neither and instead taps in his phone number, the strange American one that had been given to him upon his arrival.
He nearly advises Noah to test it before realizing how stupid that sounds and instead pastes on another smile. "You sure about the cab? I can lend you a few quid," he asks, still unsettled and awkward.