"Lance?" Freddie replies, frowning as he turns his head away, desperately trying to remember why he would ever think of Lance in relation to Noah.

And then it hits him, that night they'd first copped off, Noah's explanations about how his boyfriend wouldn't let him touch his cock or go down on him. He nearly laughs then, a rough, almost hysterical sound because this is all bloody crazy. And the last thing anyone needs is to be inside Freddie's head of all places.

"I don't hate Lance," he explains, his tone almost defensive now. "I barely even knew him. He's just the ex-boyfriend of an ex-flatmate. And he's dead anyway."

And that's hardly even scratching the surface, but all the shit surrounding Henry is about the last thing Freddie wants to talk about. Besides, Noah can likely hear it anyway so it's not like actually needs to explain a damn thing.