"When?" Noah asks, at a loss. He can't rule out the possibility, he guesses, that maybe he'd say something like that if he was tripping out, but he hasn't been high for days, and he hasn't been that kind of high in a long time. He just doesn't get it, he hasn't mentioned Freddie to Ronan in weeks. He isn't that forgetful to have forgotten something like that.

"And why would I be scared of you?" he adds, almost laughing. "I hate to say it, but your scowly face doesn't really work on me."