Re: [Log: Gym-to-be, Marta and Holly]
He rolled his eyes, you know, mildly. And, yeah, no. "No stilletos. No zipper corsets. Gay, vanilla sex for me, thanks," he said, deadpanning all the way. "Missionary all the way." He took another forkful of lasagna, and he looked like he was being the most truthful person on the planet. So, yeah, it was easy to slip into serious after that. And he did want to make sure she got it, that Noah was good to him. He got that it was mostly her own damage, right? Her own baggage, but he also wanted it out there. "Yeah, I get it. I set this expectation of bad shit, and I know most people in toxic relationships don't readily admit it. But, nah," and he let himself smile. Like, really smile, which was kinda boyish and dumb, but this was one time he was willing to, like, put his feels out there to make Noah feel better. "Don't ask me for money for the dentist," he added about cavities, smile hiding behind his regular clouds again, and deadpan back fully in place.
Holly was a blunt guy, though, and he approached the fact that she was clean like he approached everything else: Bluntly. He wasn't going to walk on eggshells about it, and he wasn't going to soften what he said. He figured she already knew he wasn't the guy to hang with, you know, if she needed her ass patted on the regular. "It's just a thing, Sunny," he said of being an addict. "It's your fucking hurdle, and you scaled it." He knew she might need to scale it again, but whatever. "Look at you now. Minivan housewife," he joked, and it was fine to joke with serious stuff. He wasn't sensitive either, right? It was just who he was.
"Okay, pressure. I get it. But you're stammering like you think I'm going to piledrive your head. So, breathe. It's just us and the food, so whatever you want to say here is safe." Which was true. Holly wasn't a gossip. He was a pretty private guy, and he was good at keeping what he knew to himself. Well, to himself and Noah, but Noah wasn't a gossip either. I mean, Noah knew everything anyway. But Marta raised a finger, so, yeah, he waited. He took another bite, and he stuck his fork in the spaghetti he was supposed to be saving for Noah. But, right, waiting, and he didn't talk until she opened her eyes again. "Okay, so forget Jamie. Are you gonna talk to him about visitation and stuff?"