"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.
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Date: 2016-09-30 10:50 pm (UTC)"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.