It's nothing Freddie doesn't already know. Noah doesn't just fuck people; that's not who he is. That'd been clear from the very start just as Freddie had been very clear with him.
Or has he been? Because, half the time, Freddie's not even certain what he wants anymore.
Lonely, Noah had called him. That word still sticks, because he's not wrong. But it's not the sort of loneliness a cat can fix. It's the sort of loneliness Freddie can't remember ever not feeling. Only, it's worse here because he can't just pack up and move away when it gets to be too much, can't stuff it away and tell himself it'll be different somewhere else, that he just has to meet the right people. The right person. He can't move on.
He can't ignore the feeling that there is no right person. It's just something he's not meant to have.
But Noah's angry, or at least irritated, and that's always easier. Freddie's well used to pissing people off, intentionally or otherwise.
"Why d'you want to do that?" he asks, pointedly ignoring the rest. "If you're not a person, what are you supposed to be? And don't say ghost," he adds quickly, pointing his finger at Noah accusingly. "Shit's different here, isn't it? There are wizards and werewolves and vampires and everyone here still thinks of them as people. They can still get a drink or drive a car or vote. They're all people. And so are you."
They're not all the same though, Freddie knows that. No one else here is quite like Noah so far as he's found and it's got nothing to do with him being a ghost.
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Date: 2017-05-14 04:15 am (UTC)Or has he been? Because, half the time, Freddie's not even certain what he wants anymore.
Lonely, Noah had called him. That word still sticks, because he's not wrong. But it's not the sort of loneliness a cat can fix. It's the sort of loneliness Freddie can't remember ever not feeling. Only, it's worse here because he can't just pack up and move away when it gets to be too much, can't stuff it away and tell himself it'll be different somewhere else, that he just has to meet the right people. The right person. He can't move on.
He can't ignore the feeling that there is no right person. It's just something he's not meant to have.
But Noah's angry, or at least irritated, and that's always easier. Freddie's well used to pissing people off, intentionally or otherwise.
"Why d'you want to do that?" he asks, pointedly ignoring the rest. "If you're not a person, what are you supposed to be? And don't say ghost," he adds quickly, pointing his finger at Noah accusingly. "Shit's different here, isn't it? There are wizards and werewolves and vampires and everyone here still thinks of them as people. They can still get a drink or drive a car or vote. They're all people. And so are you."
They're not all the same though, Freddie knows that. No one else here is quite like Noah so far as he's found and it's got nothing to do with him being a ghost.