Noah hates Freddie's thoughts, and he hates his own stupid heart and that Freddie doesn't seem to understand anything at all. He keeps hold of Freddie's shirt when he turns to walk away, gripping tight to keep him there a minute. "Hey," he says, making Freddie look at him. "I wouldn't get you a shitty gift card, man."

He lets go and leaves out the door to grab the big box of everything he'd brought and left in the hallway. He hadn't worried about anyone stealing it, nothing could have re-sold, really. He just stands there for a minute, staring down at it, and finally brings it into the apartment. "Cat litter, a box, some food and toys," he announces.