Re: Woods: Holly and Rafe
Yeah, generally speaking? Repose was so not into directness. Everyone got their feelings hurt around here, at least they did when Holly spoke, but he was used to that shit. He didn't soften things he said as a result, because he was kinda big on being true to himself. And, okay, okay, so maybe you caught more bees with honey, or whatever that saying was, but he wasn't actually looking to catch any bees. He didn't care who liked him, and his affections were limited to a few people in town. But, right, this wasn't about that. This was about the unknown guy crouching in front of a tree, in the area Audrey had stumbled out of, you know, like some fucking zombie from a television series.
Holly loved television series, but Repose was a perpetual Twilight Zone, and he kinda preferred his cryptids and Walking Dead-girls behind the safety of a flat-screen.
Right now? Holly wasn't stressed. He was chill enough that whatever his emotional effect on people? It shouldn't fuck with this guy... hopefully. So far? He'd mostly noticed people getting crazy-violent with each other when he, Holly, was scared or something. So he was deliberately courting chillness right now, and he nodded when the guy echoed his, Holly's, name.
"Rafe," he repeated, trying to remember where he'd heard the name before. Oh, wait... "You're a friend of Hugh's," he said, because that was where he'd heard it, and just recently, you know? In the wake of this whole Audrey thing. And, yeah, he'd been courting chill before, Holly had, but the offering of the name made the chill become something bone deep; he knew Hugh, Noah knew Hugh, and he'd seen the guy looking worried as fuck during the hunt for Audrey. So, okay, yeah, relaxing. "Got it," he continued, you know, when Rafe said he was trying to find out what happened. "Um, I don't know how much I can help. I was out here looking for answers too," he admitted. They might not be the same answers this guy was looking for, but they were answers.
He motioned toward the tree. "Was there something there?" he asked curiously, moving forward slightly to see if anything about the tree looked weird in a familiar way or anything. And, closer, yeah, it probably became obvious that he was pretty young. Also, he had a bit of a limp and definitely favored his left leg; he wouldn't be dropping into a crouch anytime soon.