As good as it felt to tell Freddie about Ronan, the reality of it is quickly catching back up to Noah, a weight on his chest, a pressure that makes it hard to breathe. What a joke. He wouldn't be surprised if he's fading, something he hardly ever does. He lifts his hand a moment to make sure he isn't.
It's Freddie's question. Does he know?
Noah had tried so hard not to let him, but it was Ronan who'd said so first. That's freaking kicker.
"Yeah," he finally says, quietly. He stares at his bottle. "He loves me."
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Date: 2017-05-13 01:13 am (UTC)It's Freddie's question. Does he know?
Noah had tried so hard not to let him, but it was Ronan who'd said so first. That's freaking kicker.
"Yeah," he finally says, quietly. He stares at his bottle. "He loves me."
Or he did.