It's not even that, Freddie thinks as Noah reaches for his hand. He glances down at where their fingers meet and nearly yanks his hand back. He feels exposed somehow despite Noah's promise that he's not really heard anything that's a secret. Only how is Noah to know what's a secret and what's not? Freddie's always been particular about what he shares, what he allows people to know. It's a method he had to learn early and it's one he's stuck with.
And now none of it matters. Not when he's around Noah.
"They never last is all," he says, pulling his hand back then as he resolutely tries to not think of anything. "Don't see much of a point. You want to know why I thought of Lance?" he continues, his tone taking on a sharp edge, claws coming out. "He and Henry broke up because Henry refused to fuck him. Or be fucked. They were together nine years. Nine years Henry strung him along, the whole time steadfastly refusing to fuck. And that was you, wasn't it?" He cocks his head to the side, tone almost mocking now. "Least you had the sense to get out of it sooner."
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Date: 2016-10-01 03:41 am (UTC)And now none of it matters. Not when he's around Noah.
"They never last is all," he says, pulling his hand back then as he resolutely tries to not think of anything. "Don't see much of a point. You want to know why I thought of Lance?" he continues, his tone taking on a sharp edge, claws coming out. "He and Henry broke up because Henry refused to fuck him. Or be fucked. They were together nine years. Nine years Henry strung him along, the whole time steadfastly refusing to fuck. And that was you, wasn't it?" He cocks his head to the side, tone almost mocking now. "Least you had the sense to get out of it sooner."