With a twist of his wrist, Noah takes Freddie's hand again and, this time, Freddie doesn't pull away. Instead, he gives a light squeeze, his lips twitching into a hint of a smile as he shrugs.
"Could, yeah," he says, though it feels a bit odd. Freddie can't actually remember the last time someone's used that word to describe him. Not really. Not directly. He narrows his eyes a bit then, his smile more playful as he adds, "Friends that still get to fuck around, right? I mean, the shower at my place is still available..."
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Date: 2016-10-02 06:19 am (UTC)"Could, yeah," he says, though it feels a bit odd. Freddie can't actually remember the last time someone's used that word to describe him. Not really. Not directly. He narrows his eyes a bit then, his smile more playful as he adds, "Friends that still get to fuck around, right? I mean, the shower at my place is still available..."