The more Noah talks the more Freddie’s chest aches for him. Where some might find the ability to hear a person’s thoughts as an advantage, might use such a thing to manipulate or swindle people, it’s obvious Noah isn’t like that at all.

“Hey, come on,” he says, frowning as he steps closer, reaching a hand out for Noah’s and lightly touching his arm. “You’re still normal enough, aren’t you? I mean, everyone’s fucked up in their own ways and you’ve just got… got this thing that makes you a little different. It’s not like you’re using it to fuck anyone over, right?”