Re: Holly's place: Holly/ Noah
They were, like, three whole days out of Holly getting shot. It was probably perfectly normal to be a mess, at this point. It made it all harder for Noah, who had to feel it, of course, but that'd always been true. Holly taking pain pills didn't dull his own reception of things either. That only worked, it seemed, when he, Noah, took stuff. But, he'd be glad when Holly got to see the shrink and when the dude took the stuff he was supposed to take.—Still, he didn't begrudge the dude tears, dude. "I feel like," he repeated, "I should remind you that you're the one who got shot." Meaning, Holly, it'd be weird if you weren't a mess.
Noah paused when the dude grabbed his wrist. He draped the half-wet shirt over his shoulder with his free hand and looked down at Holly. He didn't have time to say anything before the dude was working his way to his feet, so Noah let his arm, shoulder, whatever. He walked with Holly to the bed, then helped settle him on the edge. Which still didn't seem comfortable. It also definitely seemed like he should be letting Holly go to sleep and chill. Noah took of his hat and tossed it to the floor with the wet shirt. He bent down to start taking off his shoes. "You've had me jumping at every loud sound today," he told Holly as he unlaced his sneakers. He glanced over. "You need to nap." Noah nodded at the pillow up at the head of the bed. Like, go on.