"Well, that's disturbing," Freddie remarks, gaze dropping briefly to take in the hang of Noah's shirt across his torso, his pale skin and long fingers. It's been well over a month now and Noah's stuck to this declaration of them being only friends. Freddie can't say he doesn't miss the sex, but at least Noah's not up and disappeared entirely. He does genuinely seem to want to stay friends even if Freddie can't imagine why.

Stepping back, he holds the door open wider to invite Noah, lips curving into a curious frown as glances down at the basket again. "Did that just move?"