Re: Mini-log: Noah NW + Holly NW
Holly's hands felt warm. The whole room did. Not in a suffocating way. In a good way. Noah's base instincts, animal and vicious, were calming in inches. A familiar room. His person. His bed. Holly's mantra. Noah was still sniffling, but he nodded against the cupped palms. He closed his eyes (looking like the most pathetic dude in the world) as Holly brushed away tears, then sniffled again. "Okay," he said, Holly's certainty feeding into him and creating a truth from the ground up. Still pathetic, he asked: "Were you—" Sniff. "—watching something?"