It's not a particularly hard poke, but Freddie reaches up to wrap his hand loosely around Noah's finger and holds on. They're still pressed together and it's strangely comfortable. This isn't a thing he does often, touch normally reserved for the bedroom or activities leading up to the bedroom. Rarely for just... sitting and talking.

For friends.

"Photography then," he decides because he already knows how to draw for the most part, but he's never done much with a camera. "Or have you done that already?"