Noah Czerny

Noah doesn't really like to talk about the timeline stuff or his existence stuff for a long time. Eventually he starts thinking too hard, too much and it doesn't always take him to a great place. He puts a hand over Freddie's foot to get his toes to stop wiggling, and he smiles across the couch at him. Not a cheeky smile, or a teasing smile, but a warm one, his expression genuine. "I like it better here. Met you, didn't I?"