Noah hears all of it, and the ache returns to his chest. If he wanted, Freddie could have shielded it from him, forced his thoughts somewhere else, told Noah to fuck off. But he didn't, so Noah hopes Freddie doesn't mind him scooting over, reaching and pulling him sideways to wrap his arms around him. Sometimes it's nice just to be held.
"You are good enough. You weren't the problem, he was. Some people are scum, they don't care who they hurt. But you're worth sticking around for," he says, carding his fingers through Freddie's hair and pressing a kiss to his forehead.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2017-05-15 01:13 am (UTC)"You are good enough. You weren't the problem, he was. Some people are scum, they don't care who they hurt. But you're worth sticking around for," he says, carding his fingers through Freddie's hair and pressing a kiss to his forehead.