Freddie is hiding in his shed, smoking a lot of weed and watching a lot of porn and doing very little thinking, because when he does think, he doesn't like his thoughts. They're mostly about a dark haired girl, who could have died [twice actually; not that he knows that] and it could have been his fault. He alternates between blaming himself completely and acting the martyr, or shifting responsibility to anyone and everyone else.
Cook comes to see him; Freddie only lets him in because he hands him an already lit spliff as soon as he opens the door. They talk, about everything and nothing at the same time, saying the things that matter without actually saying them. Cook's sorry is in the spliff; Freddie's in the way he offers Cook the only chair.
They both say she loves you with their eyes and they both mean it, then they say I love you too with the way they hold each other for a beat too long when they hug as Cook leaves. Freddie follows him out, the first time he's left the shed in two days.
Effy is sitting in his garden, smoking a cigarette. She knows he's there without looking up. She walks away, starts the car and waits for Cook with a window rolled down to let the smoke out; she hates to make the car smell.
See? The boys say to each other, through quirked eyebrows and helpless sighs.
She kisses him before he's even closed the door. He gives a wolfish grin in response. "Where we going Eff?"
She shrugs. She hasn't seen any of the others outside of lessons since they found out the truth. The gossip at college is largely inaccurate, but she ignores it anyway. "JJ?"
"I'll call him. Dunno where he is."