"I don't know." Noah's never thought of himself being a mind reader. Mind readers are always colorfully dressed ladies with crystal balls, not...him.

"Sometimes because--" He pauses and shrugs, unable to explain it like so many other things. "Because just sometimes. I can't control it, I don't know how. And every now and then I hear it and I don't realize it's a thought, so I accidentally reply."

"When we have sex, you don't really think in words, so," he adds nervously, quiet like a whisper. He doesn't even smile to hear that Freddie thinks it's good.