"Yeah," Freddie replies because he does know the feeling. It's one that had cut him deep enough he'd promised himself he'd never let it happen again, that he'd never let himself give a fuck anymore.
And he hasn't.
Which still doesn't explain why this whole conversation already makes him uncomfortable. Why does he care if Noah's apparently in love with someone else, some guy who's already in a relationship? Though maybe that's the only reason Noah ever went as far as he had with Freddie, like maybe he had something to prove to himself same as Freddie.
He crosses an arm over his chest, attention still on the little ball of orange fur still playing with the bottle cap. "Does he know then?" he asks, forcing himself to be a good friend and ignore the sting under his skin.
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Date: 2017-05-12 09:10 pm (UTC)And he hasn't.
Which still doesn't explain why this whole conversation already makes him uncomfortable. Why does he care if Noah's apparently in love with someone else, some guy who's already in a relationship? Though maybe that's the only reason Noah ever went as far as he had with Freddie, like maybe he had something to prove to himself same as Freddie.
He crosses an arm over his chest, attention still on the little ball of orange fur still playing with the bottle cap. "Does he know then?" he asks, forcing himself to be a good friend and ignore the sting under his skin.