Noah smiles at Freddie's reply, expression slipping into something more intent as he steps closer. Noah lets him back him up against the couch and sits down on the arm instead of just leaning against it, gazing up at him.
"You have a point," Noah says, watching Freddie and reaching one foot out to lightly brush along Freddie's ankle. He sneaks his big toe up the leg of his sweatpants, then drops his foot, letting it fall back once more against the side of the couch, gently kicking his feet like he hadn't meant to do that at all. He tilts his head to the side with a playful smile. "But there at least has to be music."
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Date: 2017-08-22 09:53 pm (UTC)"You have a point," Noah says, watching Freddie and reaching one foot out to lightly brush along Freddie's ankle. He sneaks his big toe up the leg of his sweatpants, then drops his foot, letting it fall back once more against the side of the couch, gently kicking his feet like he hadn't meant to do that at all. He tilts his head to the side with a playful smile. "But there at least has to be music."