"Yeah, any of that is fine," Noah says, glancing around, though Freddie's apartment looks mostly the same as any other time he's been here. He looks back to Freddie and his expression softens. He doesn't want to fight, he's so, so tired of fighting.
He hovers by the couch, but doesn't sit.
"I was just thinking," he starts to say, before realizing he hasn't planned on what to say after that. He's been thinking of a lot of things, which one to choose to bring up? "That I didn't really mean it. That I didn't really want to not see you anymore."
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Date: 2016-12-16 08:28 pm (UTC)He hovers by the couch, but doesn't sit.
"I was just thinking," he starts to say, before realizing he hasn't planned on what to say after that. He's been thinking of a lot of things, which one to choose to bring up? "That I didn't really mean it. That I didn't really want to not see you anymore."