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[iwasmore]

Noah wishes he could say he's not in his right mind, but he knows exactly what he's doing. He's sober in every possible way, too sober, which is why he's looking for another way to lose himself. He doesn't really do one night stands, which is evidenced by the poor decision he'd made of asking one on a date. Lesson learned, but there's still a problem: he doesn't know anyone else he can have casual sex with. Because that's what he needs right now. He wants that night with Freddie again, where nothing mattered except that it felt good. But Freddie is the only one he can think of to have that with, and he isn't sure Freddie actually wants to see him again.

In the end he decides to try. It isn't like he can humiliate himself much worse than he already has.

He finds Freddie the way he finds everyone else, but walks through the bar's front door like a human. There's a moment of hesitation, a gathering of nerves and courage, and then Noah moves to Freddie's side. "Hey."

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[thisfaceismine]

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..."

[iwasmore]

Noah laughs and his shoulders and limbs relax. He never thought he'd enter into some kind of friends with benefits relationship, but maybe it's exactly what he needs. Something easy and nice. "Duh."

With relief comes a sort of exhilaration, and Noah knocks his elbow into Freddie's. "Come on, I was hoping to top this time," he says with a playful smile, giving Freddie's hand a tug to keep walking.