Noah pets Freddie's arm, a light, soft, back and forth stroke above his elbow like you'd calm a nervous horse. The last thing he wants is to upset him. When he seems mostly okay again, Noah gives his arm a light squeeze and then lets go.
"You don't think it hurts already?" Noah asks, eyebrows raised. He can't say what's worse, loneliness, or when someone you love hurts you, but there are no good parts about loneliness. Freddie can try to bury it with casual hook-ups, but Noah doesn't think it's making him all that happy.
"It doesn't always end bad," he continues. "Otherwise there'd be no happy old married people. My parents were happy. It's possible."
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Date: 2017-05-14 08:02 pm (UTC)"You don't think it hurts already?" Noah asks, eyebrows raised. He can't say what's worse, loneliness, or when someone you love hurts you, but there are no good parts about loneliness. Freddie can try to bury it with casual hook-ups, but Noah doesn't think it's making him all that happy.
"It doesn't always end bad," he continues. "Otherwise there'd be no happy old married people. My parents were happy. It's possible."