Re: [Orchard: Bea & Holly]
Holly wasn't big on trust. Trust was dangerous. It wasn't as if he'd had some dangerous life, and he didn't have powers or suffer anything worthy of a network television movie... that he knew of, but he kinda just didn't trust life, and he really didn't have much reason to. But Bea knew stuff. She knew stuff no one else would know, and it was important stuff, and he kinda knew he was going to have to go out on a proverbial limb here, as much as he didn't want to. So, earnest, right. He went for earnest: "They knew who I was. They asked where I'd come from, where I'd been. I told them I didn't know anything, and they eventually let me go." Had he just said that? He had. Fuck. He raked a hand back through his overlong hair. "Look, I get it. I get you don't believe me, and if you'd showed up back where I'm from saying we were married? I wouldn't believe you either. I would think you were off your meds. I get it." He did get it. Holly wasn't, like, whimsical. Okay, okay, he cut his teeth on Twilight Zone and Outer Limit, but that was snow on a television and a lack of CGI. It wasn't real. But this shit was way real.
"So, I don't expect you to buy anything I'm selling you. But I also need your help, which is a shitty thing to ask for, but..." He shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not big on time figuring itself out. I'd rather beat it to the punch," he admitted, because he was big on security. Like any kid who'd grown up not knowing where the next meal was coming from, right?
He waited for her to turn back to him. He scuffed at the ground with his sneaker. His head buzzed, and around them the air felt, like, charged... no, thin. It felt kinda thin. He hated being out in the orchards and the woods.
"Noah says she's a really bad alcoholic, a bad one. Sorry if she made things hard. My dad was one, an alcoholic, where I come from." He was just being open about it now, because why not? She was going to think he was crazy regardless. "Four years, okay. I don't know what they want. They didn't say. They kinda just let me go, so maybe it's okay. I'm staying over the music store and it's not like they wouldn't know where to find me if they wanted to." Beat. Earnest: "Hey, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry." Holly was seldom open, genuine, not this Holly. But he meant it. It would suck to be her.