Re: Call: Holly W/Noah N
I know you're not him. I don't want you to be. [Which is said earnestly. And a head shake.] I don't know all of who you are, but I know some of it—and I see a lot of it. Or feel it. Or whatever. I can tell the difference between when you're being real and when you're not. I don't have to know everything about you to know which I want. I want the you that will warn me about mentioning my hands so many times, and will try to pretend he's not scared, and will argue with me about what constitutes 'crawling.' I'm not trying to get with the dude you play on the screen, babe. I don't want you to bend over backwards for me, as long as I keep sending money, and I don't want you to anticipate what I want and try to give it to me, even if you don't like it, even if it doesn't get you hard. So, you're messy. So what? So am I. I want all of that—of you. You know? [Which is not deadpanned at all. He takes a breath, because it's a lot to say, even if he isn't scared the way Holly is of saying it.] Yeah, that's the point. I have to be, like, friendly to his face, dude, and all I want is to tell him to back the fuck off.