"Walls," Freddie offers because that's usually what he resorts to unless he's fucking around in his sketchpad.

It occurs to him that Noah hasn't been in his bedroom recently, hasn't seen the expansion of what Freddie's efforts. He's not keeping it secret so much as that's how he prefers to spend the energy, drawing geometric lines and shapes on a vertical surface, shading in here and there when he has the time.

He shrugs again as he drops down onto the couch next to Noah. "Or you could use your ghost powers and go get some paper, I'm not bothered."