Noah's voice goes quiet again, melting into something that's not exactly a sulk, but does succeed in making Freddie feel guilty. He's not sure what he's done this time. He's only curious, unsure of how something that looks, feels, smells, and tastes so real can not be.
So he pushes on, still drawing lines as he asks, "It's not like you've got control of it, is it? I mean, you can't make your come look or taste like something else, can you? You haven't got a choice same as you and me."
He could be wrong, of course. Maybe Noah can do that if he wants. But Freddie has a hunch all the same.
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Date: 2017-01-21 12:58 am (UTC)So he pushes on, still drawing lines as he asks, "It's not like you've got control of it, is it? I mean, you can't make your come look or taste like something else, can you? You haven't got a choice same as you and me."
He could be wrong, of course. Maybe Noah can do that if he wants. But Freddie has a hunch all the same.