Noah snorts and smirks. "Shut up," he says lightly, sketching out a face, wings. Birds are a symbol of freedom, something they all lack to a certain extent, here. He thinks it will be something comforting to look at.

He pauses when Freddie continues, frowning at the wall. Maybe he shouldn't have said anything, pointing out his differences only shines a spotlight on how weird he is. And, truthfully, he has no idea what his come is made of, or him, beyond energy. All he seems to be doing is making Freddie want to be with him even less.

"I don't know," he says, and tries to think of a way to divert the topic from something he stupidly brought up. He can't think of anything, though.