Noah sits down at the small kitchen table to watch Freddie cook. He tries not to let it bother him, how Freddie still thinks about how different he is. How not human. He can't blame him, it's just moments like this where he especially wishes he was alive again. Like Ariel and her legs.
"Sure, bacon's good," Noah answers, leaning his elbows on the table. He's quiet for a time, trying to decide what he should or shouldn't say about what they did last night. It's still bothering him, their argument at the mall and what Freddie said.
"I really liked last night," he starts, pauses, opens his mouth to continue, but closes it.
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Date: 2017-08-31 09:43 pm (UTC)"Sure, bacon's good," Noah answers, leaning his elbows on the table. He's quiet for a time, trying to decide what he should or shouldn't say about what they did last night. It's still bothering him, their argument at the mall and what Freddie said.
"I really liked last night," he starts, pauses, opens his mouth to continue, but closes it.