There's nothing in Noah's body language right now that isn't inviting. He's sat on the arm of the couch, big blue eyes trained upward, features familiar and strange both at once as he slides a foot up Freddie's leg.

"Does there?" Freddie responds, not yet pressing any closer but not moving away either. He glances away then, toward the television that remains dark before he gives an idle shrug and then steps back, lips still quirked in a grin. "Shame. Don't her anything. S'pose we'll just have to go without."