Re: [Outside the Rec Center.]
Holly was a jumble. It was a build-up, an accumulation of just Too Much, and Noah knew now how that played out for Holly. Not that he thought he was going to get some furious fucking out of it. He didn't. But, he knew steam had to blow somehow, right? The only problem was, as everything gathered, layered, piled inside of Holly, it echoed in Noah, and he probably shouldn't be driving. He gave that a vague thought after they both got into the Jeep. But, it was whatever. He turned the car on, flipped off the radio/audio, and started to pull out of his spot at the Rec Center.
Holly's jumble started to spill outward, like Vesuvius' first big belches that bore only bad tidings, and, well, at least Noah didn't mind being Pompeii. He just felt bad the eruption had to happen at all. He frowned a little, glancing sideways at Holly as he talked about Travis, and he found himself annoyed with Travis. Not that he'd actually done anything wrong, but still. Noah headed south on the road, toward where they'd hop on the highway and swing by the lake. It was done unthinkingly, and he wasn't really worried about it. He was just driving, the way Holly was just talking.—Noah wasn't really sure if he should try answering any of the questions when they were posed. When he was thinking about how to answer the first one, and Holly continued onward without his input, he decided he probably didn't really need to contribute.
He was talking about his gramps, about his dad forgetting him, then really getting fucked up on the idea of werewolves. Noah looked from the road to Holly again at the sound of the laugh. In that beat, the moment between when Holly stopped talking and then started again, Noah tried to figure out what to say again. But, then came the memories of the facility and the interrogation, the administering of some drug, and Noah was glad it all came flooding into his head before he got to the highway. Down the length of the road now, with nothing much around, he pulled over to the shoulder, and turned toward Holly in the passenger's seat. "Stay away from the facility, okay?" It was a warning that he was sure Holly didn't need to hear him say, but he said it anyway. "There's a lot of fucked up stuff happening there." He flagged a little in the mire of his own confusion and Holly's emotions. "How can I help, dude? I know it's all fucked. Like, down to the last thing. It's just all fucked up. If it helps, half the people that live here don't believe in any of the ghost story stuff. The other half are the ghost story stuff." Noah chewed on his lip. "Do you want to see your mom together?"