"Get over wanting a relationship?" Freddie asks, making sure he understands as he rests the butt of his bottle against his knee, body turned to face where Noah's made himself comfortable. He tips his head up then, not quite in challenge though he narrows his eyes. "Want to be more like me, is that it? Just fuck you way through the city without getting attached?"

Because that's definitely how Freddie prefers to be perceived. It's easier that way, he's found. No expectations for anyone, just a nice fuck and a goodbye.

It's been harder here, especially lately. It's harder to ignore people, to escape them. They get under the skin and they say shit like wanting to just be friends and then gift you with a fucking kitten. It's like the most awkward break-up ever and Freddie hasn't a clue what to do with any of it.