Re: tandy & holly; the music store
Holly hadn't thought about Bea since he was discharged. In lieu of his alimony payments, the arrangement they'd come to gave her his military retirement and pension, and that was just fine with him. Okay, so it would be nice to have that money, but he was also back to making bank at the music store, and he wasn't paying out a salary to Billy. He also had more time to cam and video, which meant more money, and Noah was making crazy-good pay, and then there would be the gym. If anything? This was the calmest Holly had been about money in ever. He was still budgeting and making 20-, 30-, and 40-year plans, but money wasn't keeping him up at night lately. Other shit was, sure, but not money.
As for the storeroom space, it was right under Gramps' apartment, and Gramps was kinda weird about people too close to his space. Not that Gramps was back, or maybe he was? Holly wasn't sure the old man would even ring him up if he showed up in town, but whatever... it was whatever. "Oh," because other-Noah. "Nah, I didn't see him. I was trying to get back here too hard." Which was a dash of honesty, but Holly didn't add that he'd been freaked the fuck out hard, because why bother? That shit was gone and done, and he really did try not to think about it. But he wasn't shackled to that dead guy in the way Tandy seemed to be shackled to, well, Tandy. The dead guy wasn't going to suck him home without warning, and he was pretty sure it was all Repose fuckery that sent him back, you know? So, yeah. And then the knife was doing its head-over-hilt thing, and Holly waited until it hit the wall to stand and, you know, approach it. He was curious about whether or not it disappeared, or if it stayed there, or if it like flew back to her or something. But, yeah, he left enough space so it didn't impale him or anything.