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[iwasmore]

Noah holds his cellphone in hand, staring at the text. Nice linework, it says, with a photo of the portrait he drew hanging on display. He never figured Freddie would ever actually see the picture. It had been one of several portraits he'd done for class, and his professor had chosen it as the one to put in the student gallery. Noah hadn't invited anyone to come see it. He isn't sure why.

It was easy when I had such a good source of inspiration, he'd sent in reply.

It's been two days, but he hasn't received anything in return. And now he's staring at his phone like if he looks long enough a reply will just appear. Instead of calling-- but Freddie had agreed. Noah had been hurt and it's the only reason he suggested not seeing each other anymore, and Freddie had said okay and left. Noah had been bitter at first, that his friendship wasn't worth enough to even try. That he wasn't worth even an argument, that why, of everyone, couldn't Freddie look past what he was?

But now all he is is confused.

Noah exhales, and in the next breath he's outside Freddie's apartment door. Maybe this is a dumb move, or maybe it's dumber not to do anything at all. So he knocks.

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[thisfaceismine]

Freddie's sat cross-legged on his bedroom floor, busy coloring in another new geometric shape he's drawn on the wall by his closet when he hears someone knock at his front door. He swipes the curl of his hand across the splash of orange and drops the pencil to the carpet as he pushes to his feet, curious as he pads into the other room in his tank top and loose shorts and answers the door.

Noah is about the last person Freddie's expecting and for a moment he only stares with the door hanging open between them. They haven't spoken in a couple weeks apart from the few text messages they shared a couple days ago. Freddie had never replied to Noah's last response, not sure how to. Not after everything.

"Hey," he says finally, taking in Noah's somber expression and the fact that he's not wearing a coat. He struggles to keep his own face impassive and cool. Tries to show that he doesn't care whether or not Noah's here and ignores the mix of both guilt and hope that curdles in his stomach. "Need something?"