Re: Call: Holly W/Noah N
[He's just going to push, you know, even if Noah tries to resist, which, okay, probably isn't cool. But he does know he can get it, if he wants it, and he's majorly decided to just go for it tonight. Like, it legitimately bugs him that the only concrete memory he has is from that motel room, right? Because that kinda isn't him, and he kinda doesn't remember what he did in the bedroom, and there's this weirdly pressing need to maybe prove he's not as whatever as he is on cam, you know, in case Noah doesn't actually get what he's trying to buy here.] The motel definitely does not constitute crawling. [But any further argument is absolutely demolished by the comment about hands on thighs, which maybe seems like nothing? But it doesn't feel like nothing.] You're supposed to let me look, remember? Before I fall asleep five minutes later. [Which? Yep. Deadpan, leading into the smoking iceberg thing.] Look, Jamie's into it. I'm not. He's not what I'm into. [Okay, fair, you know, about not being the type who doesn't do everything at once.] Okay, I am the type who doesn't do everything at once. No closets. No moving. No mom. First, we see if you're even into it.