Re: [Road: Holly NW and Audrey C]
Yeah, Holly totally got that Audrey wasn't taking. He figured it might be trauma? Or that it probably was trauma, you know, for sure, because of the dirt and the torn shirt, and that was without seeing the bruises. And did it make him tense and stressed? Sure. As previously stated, this stretch of road always fucked with his head, and now there was her. Did he wish Noah was there with him? Oh, yeah, absolutely. Noah would know what to do, you know? How to make her feel better, but Holly just wasn't that guy. He was practical? He would get her where she needed to go, and he'd do it in a timely manner, and he'd make sure she was good before he left her. But he wasn't, like, a hugging and consoling kinda guy.
So, right, he forgot to help her into the Jeep, which he probably should have done, right? But he was in a hurry, and she was moving on her own. He only thought about that, about the fact that he should have helped her, but whatever. She slammed the Jeep door with enough gusto that he didn't think she was going to die between here and the hospital, and that was something, at least.
But the stench? The stench was gross. He couldn't, like, discern the individual scents, but the collected result was gross. He wasn't sure why? Blood, maybe? Because he thought she looked like she should smell mostly like dirt. He thought this as he glanced over at her, while putting the car into gear and starting on the dark, headlight-lit journey across town.
And he glanced over a few times as he drove, because, right, yeah, definitely bruising and blood. Fantastic. There was a bloody, missing woman in his car, and her clothes were torn and she wasn't talking. This was precisely what he wanted in his life, you know, seeing as his whole thing was lying low. Fuck, because he knew this drill. There would be questions and all kinds of shit, and he just, you know, prepared himself for that. Hopefully the military wouldn't walk through the door, but that was unlikely, seeing as he knew they were keeping tabs on him. Great night. This was a great fucking night.
"Okay, so, let's try again," he said, glancing over once more, fingers flexing on the steering wheel. "Where were you? What the fuck happened? Everyone is losing their shit, thinking you're dead or something. Apparently you bailed from Hugh's in the middle of the fucking night or something?"