"He loves you and his boyfriend," Freddie says, his tone dripping in judgement. It's not that Freddie's never heard of the concept, really, but in his experience, someone's always loved more. There's a choice made at the end of the day, and maybe this guy has chosen his boyfriend over Noah, but it's still something Noah has to deal with.

It'd have been better if he'd not said anything to Noah about it at all. At least then Noah could move on, move past it. Or try to.

Nora bats at his nose and Freddie wrinkles it before wrapping his entire hand around her face gently. With another tiny meow she tries to twist away and Freddie glances over at Noah. "He's probably just messing with you, you know."