Freddie has a feeling it's not nothing, but he's never been one to push. Plus, it feels as though he and Noah just found some minor bit of solid ground again and he's not keen on disrupting that so soon.
So he shrugs as he looks back to his design, drawing in a few more angles. "Maybe," he says, frowning at it. "Or paint over it." Not like it serves any sort of purpose, not like he'd have done this at all without Noah wanting to. It's just to pass the time.
He drops his pencil then to crawl over to his table, grabbing the glass of wine he's left behind and finishing off what's left of it. It's then he sees Noah's piece in full and he stares a moment in appreciation. "Not bad," he says, resting back against the leg of the table. "Maybe I won't paint over yours."
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Date: 2017-01-23 06:11 pm (UTC)So he shrugs as he looks back to his design, drawing in a few more angles. "Maybe," he says, frowning at it. "Or paint over it." Not like it serves any sort of purpose, not like he'd have done this at all without Noah wanting to. It's just to pass the time.
He drops his pencil then to crawl over to his table, grabbing the glass of wine he's left behind and finishing off what's left of it. It's then he sees Noah's piece in full and he stares a moment in appreciation. "Not bad," he says, resting back against the leg of the table. "Maybe I won't paint over yours."