Freddie snorts at that description, pulling a face as he drops onto the sofa next to Noah, immediately pulling his legs to tuck his feet behind his calves and relax back into the cushion.

"That's an actual show?" he asks, still carefully holding his wine in two hands. "Fuck, there are some shit programs, aren't there?" He takes a sip of his drink then as he gets a bit more comfortable. He doesn't even know where his remote control is now that he thinks about it. "What makes it so hilarious?"