Re: [Log: Gym-to-be, Marta and Holly]
Holly laughed. He didn't even bother attempting a deadpan response to Sunny's reaction about the missionary sex. So, yeah, because he was entertained, and it felt easy. And, look, lately? Easy wasn't fucking easy. He was having a hard time figuring out actually talking to people for extended periods of time. He had roommates and stuff back home, but it was one of those situations with broke people living in the same place; it wasn't friendship. So, yeah, easy. "I'm not paying for your filling. No return on investment." He shrugged his shoulders unapologetically.
Her middle finger went up, and he just made an entertained sound as he returned to his lasagna. Well, his lasagna and his spaghetti, because he pushed the half-eaten lasagna away and pulled the spaghetti closer. He'd leave enough for Noah, okay? But, yeah, he didn't worry about how people wanted to hear shit, or if they wanted to; it had gotten him into trouble recently. But he was honest and straight. Like, he'd had a really big problem talking to Sunny and Jamie about Seven at the same time, and not because he couldn't compartmentalize. Nah, it wasn't about that. It had just felt like dishonesty, so he laid it all the fuck out. That was just how he did.
"Yeah, well, I think damage and stress make us all look for ways to cope, right? To deal with that shit. Some ways are just worse than others." He got addicts. He wished he didn't, but he'd spent the better part of his life taking care of one. He got it. Somewhere in town, his mom was drinking herself out of a liver, and he was too cowardly to face it. So, yeah, he got it. Not personally, but from the perspective of someone who'd seen what that shit did to people, families, lives. "Okay, real-time question: Have you considered just doing this shit the legal way?"