Re: [Outside the Rec Center.]
Noah'd planned on going to the lake or something. One of the more deserted shores, where, yeah, they could hold hands. Where he could hold Holly. Whatever. And as they sped down the road going south, that was the plan. Holly was in the seat beside Noah's own, and he was describing a Twilight Zone episode. Noah had never seen it. He listened to the description—trying to follow it, along with the flitting memories of a black-and-white screen, of lines of dialogue. As Holly recalled the episode to share it, Noah caught some of it. He was totally confused though, because he had no idea how that tied in to anything, except that maybe Holly was thinking this was a dream he'd wake up from, some premonition? Noah looked over.
"You're not asleep. I don't even think Travis was asleep." Noah thought about his dream, about the spot in the woods buried in the Buzz, about the people. "I know things don't make sense. I have, like, theories, about you and Bodie, but... this isn't a dream. Maybe it'd be easier if it was. But, I think if you hold onto the idea that you might wake up—you'll miss things here. You'll miss living the life you have here." He had no idea if that made any sense, or if it was even helpful. He waited for some kind of blip from Holly, and this just before the flashing memories of interrogation and then the pulling over to the shoulder.
Noah was trying to get his bearings, you know, collect himself. He felt the twinge Holly did, fingernails that weren't his on an ankle that also wasn't his, and he looked down, but he didn't see anything. Confused, he looked back up. Holly said 'yeah' about his mom, but then he didn't say anything else. He looked around and got out of the car. Noah left the car running and hopped out of the driver's side. If Holly was still by the other door, he rounded the front of the Jeep, to pull the dude off the road and nearer the grassy shoulder that rolled into a ditch. He took Holly's hand to lead him, then, once they were on the side of the Jeep that wouldn't get them killed immediately if they were sideswiped or something, Noah put his hands around Holly's nape, a lacing of fingers in brown hair, and he looked at the dude earnestly.
He didn't say anything. Instead, if Holly let him, he pulled him in for a hug, his palm cradling Holly's head and his other running down his back—just like he'd done in the motel room, before the removal of the blindfold.