Noah makes a tiny, indignant sound. "If you paint over my drawing I will personally be very hurt," he says in a little huff, taking a few colors from the colored pencil box. He chooses a spot away from Freddie so he won't be able to see what he's drawing, the space of wall between living room and Freddie's bedroom, and sits down on the floor. He can't draw that well from memory, though ever since he met Lincoln he's been trying, so he scrolls through the photos on his phone until he finds something good.

"You could come draw on my bedroom wall sometime if you wanted," he says as he starts drawing. "Maybe with paint."