Freddie doesn't look away from his own drawing, but he's aware that Noah's stopped for the moment, can hear it in the tone of his voice and lack of movement in his peripheral vision. He frowns a moment later, finally looking over again.
"I don't think you're gross," he says and it feels strange he has to say it at all. "I think you're-- well, I mean it's weird. But it's no weirder than fucking some guy technically old enough to be my grandad or a wizard or whatever. Everyone here is weird. My point is your come is real enough," he says, turning back to his picture once again. "Whatever it's made of, it's come. Same as mine."
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Date: 2017-01-22 11:34 pm (UTC)"I don't think you're gross," he says and it feels strange he has to say it at all. "I think you're-- well, I mean it's weird. But it's no weirder than fucking some guy technically old enough to be my grandad or a wizard or whatever. Everyone here is weird. My point is your come is real enough," he says, turning back to his picture once again. "Whatever it's made of, it's come. Same as mine."