Freddie hadn't considered that whatever teleportation trick Noah can accomplish as a ghost doesn't extend to anything he might be carrying. It makes him wonder how his clothing works, but he just shrugs for the moment, not wanting to think too hard on it.

"Walls are fine," he says, leaning over to grab a pencil from the pack. "Can always paint over it if it's shitty," he adds with a hint of a grin as he walks over to the opposite wall, sitting by the patch beside his bookcase.