The arm around him falls away, as does his own, and Noah comes to a stop, slowly wringing his hands. He should just tell Freddie, but he heard that, too; thankfully. Thankfully he hasn't met a vampire or werewolf. Noah's something weird, too, and he and Freddie have...been intimate. Noah isn't sure if it's worse to keep it from him for this long, or to tell him and freak him out.

And maybe, selfishly, he wants this for himself. It's kind of nice having a friend who doesn't know. Who doesn't pity him or think he's weird, even just a little. To Freddie, he's normal.

Or he was.

"No," Noah says finally. But while he doesn't want to tell Freddie he's dead, he doesn't want to lie, either. "I can hear thoughts sometimes." His voice goes quiet and he averts his eyes. "Sorry I didn't tell you."