Re: Call: Holly W/Noah N
[He thinks about it—and he's trying to decide if it's worse, you know? If he agrees, because, he does want to have sex. I mean, a lot. On the other hand, he does want Holly to know he's deadass—he really wants it. Holly. A relationship. In the end, with his voice a little deeper than when this started, he says,] Okay. [He laughs about the 'climbing.'] On the bed, at the motel. You climbed onto me too. [Smugly.] And you told me, when we talked a few times, that you fantasized about crawling all over me. So, it was definitely crawling. You can crawl on me tonight. I like it. I want to, like, put my hands on your thighs. [Which sounds maybe weird, or innocent—but it's definitely not.—And I mean, he doesn't really need to be convinced.] Then we aren't getting drunk or stoned. I want you to remember all of it. [So, you know, maybe he won't be able to hold out long.—Noah makes a small sound of annoyance about the scraps, but he still feels weird, admitting to knowing. It goes against a lifetime of keeping his lips sealed.] I don't know. Stuff about his brother and icebergs and do you smoke? [Noah laughs though.] Baby, do I seem like the type who doesn't do everything at once...?