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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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[iwasmore]

Somehow hearing it was just one time makes it worse. Maybe it's because since he met Beth, when she was frantically looking for Daryl in the nightmare Darrow, he's always attached her to him. But it's pretty shitty to judge her for casually sleeping with someone, if that's even what's made it weird. "I don't know," he says honestly. "It doesn't bother me, I was just surprised to hear it."

"I guess," he says at length, "maybe it's sort of weird to know I've slept with someone who slept with another friend of mine, who sort of feels like a sister." He makes a face, but he smiles, after.

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Freddie considers that a moment before his lips tug into a sort of grimace as he nods.

"Weird how everyone in this city knows everyone else, isn't it?" he says, once again wiggling his toes to remind Noah of where his hand is. "Should I ask for a list of people you consider family so I know not to fuck them?"

[iwasmore]

Noah goes back to rubbing Freddie's foot, making a tsk sound at how demanding he is. He moves his hands up, giving attention to Freddie's ankle and calf.

"No, geez," Noah says, blushing a little. "My immediate family, anyway, they wouldn't. They're all already in relationships. Like, pretty much monogamous, I think." He can't really see any of them sleeping around, not with a stranger at least.

[thisfaceismine]

It's no professional massage, but it's certainly nice all the same, especially when Noah's hand wanders a little higher up his calf. It's not exactly a sexual touch, but it very well could be in time.

"You think," Freddie says because that doesn't sound very certain at all. In his experience, people are often monogamous right up until the moment they aren't. But Noah's spoken enough about his friends to have a decent idea of who to avoid. At least those Noah lives with. He flexes his foot then, sinking further into the cushions as he keeps his eyes on Noah. "We good then?"

[iwasmore]

Noah rolls his eyes, but smiles a little. "Yeah, we're good." He's not about to argue the probability of one of his friends sleeping with Freddie, he knows they wouldn't unless they broke up with their partners. They just aren't like that. He scoots a little closer and moves his hands to Freddie's other foot, giving it the same attention.

"Anyone here I should avoid hooking up with?" he asks in turn, but it's more of a joke than a question. He doesn't exactly see himself sleeping with anyone else.

[thisfaceismine]

Noah switches his attention to Freddie's other foot so Freddie tucks his now-free one under Noah's thigh for warmth.

"You think I actually have friends?" he asks with a faint smirk. "That's generous." He pretends to consider it then before shaking his head. "N'aw, you can fuck whoever you want, mate. Wouldn't mind joining in if you think of me, though."

[iwasmore]

"You still want to...sleep with me?" Noah asks with a soft, nervous laugh, ducking his face to hide his smile. He was so happy Freddie wanted to be friends, but if Freddie still wants to be intimate that must mean he trusts Noah. He hasn't messed up everything, after all.

He goes back to rubbing Freddie's foot, but pauses. "Wait, you don't have friends? Because you don't want them, or like...?" He shakes his head, unable to figure out why Freddie wouldn't have any beyond just refusing to have any.

[thisfaceismine]

"Well, that's what we do, isn't it?" he replies, a bit confused by Noah's question. Freddie's had friends he hasn't fucked, but they're fairly few and far between. Back in England, has far more that he's only fucked once or a handful of times, though he supposes not many of them would ever call him a friend, really.

So he answers only with a shrug. "Just don't," he says easily, ignoring the way it makes him sound and feel a bit pathetic. "Don't make a very good one, do I?"

[iwasmore]

"We don't have to," Noah insists, his face heating up, because the way Freddie says it makes it sound like it's a chore, or expected. That's kind of mortifying. The last thing he wants is for Freddie to think he's, like, obligated, or that's the only reason Noah likes him. "Do you think that's all I like?"

His face falls, slipping toward downright sad. "I mean, I thought I was your friend." He pauses and tries to smile, but it comes out wobbly. "Now that you aren't mad at me."

[thisfaceismine]

"Maybe not all you like," Freddie concedes though he knows where his skills lie and fucking is pretty high on the list.

In fact, fucking might well be the only thing on the list.

"And I wasn't mad," he argues then, frowning as he draws his foot back, suddenly feeling a bit too exposed once again. "Or-- No, I was mad. It's just. Whether one is living or dead seems the kind of thing to share with a friend, doesn't it? Would you have told me sooner if we hadn't been fucking?"

[iwasmore]

"I don't know," Noah says, moving his hands to Freddie's knees, kneeling on his own to lean against Freddie's drawn up legs. He curls his arms around them like a hug, resting his chin on his arms to gaze at Freddie. "There are friends I haven't told. I'm not trying to keep it a secret, sometimes I just don't know how to say it, or I don't want to scare them..."

"But it was different with you, because being with you has always been easy, and I just...didn't want that to change. I know I was being selfish," he says, eyebrows furrowed in worry. "I promise I'll be a better friend from now on."

[thisfaceismine]

He isn't expecting Noah to move closer to rest those arms on his knees and lean in. And he isn't expecting to feel glad for it, brow furrowing a bit at the warmth of Noah's skin on his bare knees. It's still a bit strange reconciling that with the idea that he's supposedly a ghost.

"It's not like I even know what means," he points out with a little bit of a sulk. "Just be you, yeah. Even if that means being a ghost. Apart from the mind-reading thing, have you had to hide much else to keep it a secret?"

[iwasmore]

Noah isn't sure what Freddie means when he says he doesn't know what it means, and his face screws up in confusion. The expression is gone the next moment, replaced with a smile. Just be you. He does want to be himself around Freddie, and he finds that he's glad he can be now. The secret didn't make anything easier, keeping it only weighed on him.

"Nah," he says. "But I can do this..."

He disappears, reappearing a few moments later, sitting back against the arm of the couch the way he'd been sitting before.

[thisfaceismine]

There's a strange flicker across Noah's face, difficult to follow from one moment to the next. But he's smiling at the end, looking as much like Noah as he ever has.

And then he's gone.

Freddie jerks with the shock of it, yanking his foot back as his heart leaps into his throat and sticks there. When Noah reemerges moments later just exactly where he'd been before, Freddie clutches at his own shirt. "Jesus," he breathes before flinging his other leg out to shove at Noah's, partially just to make sure he's solid and there. "Did you-- You can do that whenever you please?"

[iwasmore]

Noah laughs at Freddie's reaction, pushing his foot away in an attempt to try and avoid being kicked. He moves Freddie's leg back so he can crawl back up between his knees, draping himself lazily against them. "Yeah, pretty much. It's how I got here, I didn't bother walking or anything," he says. He was polite enough to use the door, at least.

[thisfaceismine]

Freddie doesn't fight Noah's maneuvering, but he's still watching him carefully as Noah leans forward against Freddie's legs.

"Least you knocked," he says because he can't imagine the heart attack he might have had if Noah had just appeared inside his flat. "So, mind-reading and teleportation," he says, shifting his feet a bit to warm them against Noah's knees. "Anything else? Can you, like, talk to other ghosts?"

[iwasmore]

"Yeah," Noah says with a grimace, curling his fingers lightly along Freddie's leg, brushing them through his fine hair. "I can see them, the ones you can't. In fact..." He gives Freddie an ominous look, doing his best not to smile, and looks up at a point behind Freddie. "There's one here now."

[thisfaceismine]

Freddie arches an eyebrow at that, studying Noah's expression carefully as he nudges his toes, prodding.

"You're having me on," he says with enough conviction in his voice that hopefully Noah can't tell that he isn't quite sure of that. The skin at the back of his neck is only prickling a little bit at least.

[iwasmore]

Noah stares at the wall behind Freddie, making his eyes go a little wider. "He says...he was murdered here." He pauses and sits up, resting a hand on the back of the couch and looking toward Freddie's bedroom. "Not here. The bedroom."

[thisfaceismine]

"Oh, fuck off," Freddie says then, mouth breaking into a smile to hide any sort of sliver of actual fear that Noah might not be joking. He has his foot on Noah's chest again, pushing at him playfully as he stays resting against the arm of the couch and he's pointedly ignoring any sort of chill that might be slipping over his skin.

Months ago, this would have been easy enough to laugh away. He'd just say he doesn't believe in ghosts and that'd be the end of it.

But now he's actually met and fucked one so that's gone out the window. To say the least.

[iwasmore]

Noah's expression breaks as he laughs and falls back into the couch from the push, grabbing Freddie's foot. "Dammit! I got you a little bit, though, didn't I?" he asks, looking hopeful. So maybe he doesn't have a career in acting, but he doesn't exactly need a career at all so it's okay.

[thisfaceismine]

"You didn't," Freddie lies, giving Noah's chest another light push even as Noah wraps a hand around him. "You're a shit liar."

He holds up a finger then before Noah can argue, stating, "And lying by omission doesn't count. And my question was honest anyhow. You can't see the future or any of that shit, can you?"

[iwasmore]

Noah just rolls his eyes, smirking. "I can really see ghosts, though, but there aren't any in your apartment." He flashes a grin. "I mean, except me."

"No cool future vision," he says, snuggling back into the couch cushions since Freddie's pinned him there with his foot. "Back home I kind of could, because everything was a loop. Which is weird and hard to explain. But everything here is linear."

[thisfaceismine]

Freddie lets his foot slide down Noah's chest to settle on the softer part of his stomach, toes wiggling idly.

"Everything here is fucked anyway," he points out, not bothering to approach the idea of time being a loop as he's fairly sure that'd go well over his head and he's not much in the mood to be confused. "Even if you could tell the future, it'd probably be a mess. Plus, there's no fun in it, is there? If you already know what's gonna happen, what's the fun in figuring it all out?"

[iwasmore]

"You think so?" Noah asks curiously. Not of knowing the future, but in assuming it will all be a mess. He knows this place can be awful, and maybe none of them will be here forever, but it's all he's got so he tries not to worry too hard about all the things that can go wrong.

"I hope my future here isn't a mess, since my future back home is over," he says.