"Maybe not all you like," Freddie concedes though he knows where his skills lie and fucking is pretty high on the list.

In fact, fucking might well be the only thing on the list.

"And I wasn't mad," he argues then, frowning as he draws his foot back, suddenly feeling a bit too exposed once again. "Or-- No, I was mad. It's just. Whether one is living or dead seems the kind of thing to share with a friend, doesn't it? Would you have told me sooner if we hadn't been fucking?"