Noah's insistence catches under his skin. It sounds sincere is the thing, like he means it even if Freddie knows better. Noah may not think he's an arsehole just yet, but he will soon enough.

"But you can read minds," Freddie argues. "Or hear thoughts, at least. Whatever. Doesn't that give you an edge up on most things?" Because, as far as he's concerned, there's nothing wrong with Noah. He'd never have guessed the mind-reading thing until Noah's slip tonight. He catches then, realizing before says, "Or does it make it worse because you can hear when everyone's lying?"