Re: The Capital: Holly W & Noah N
Holly didn't have any significant feelings about Bob Seger, other than the certainty that Noah totally wouldn't like the guy. Maybe it was a way stupid thing to focus on, but there was security in focusing on something inconsequential, right? He could sit there and talk music for the hour or two that he'd granted Noah, and he was pretty sure Noah would let him, you know, if he pushed back whenever Noah tried to slip emotions beneath the radar. And, yeah, that was totally Noah's thing. Noah's earnestness was his most effective weapon when it came to Holly, and Holly wasn't entirely sure that Noah didn't realize that. He mostly thought Noah was just earnest because he just was, but it was kinda like being in possession of a nuclear warhead while being completely unaware of it.
He waited there, kinda like an idiot, waiting for Noah to say something about Seger. The seconds felt like parsec eons, and he didn't possess warp speed that could rush him through the seconds any quicker. He didn't know what Noah was feeling or thinking, but he, Holly, was kinda hoping to hear more of the stuff that had gotten him to agree to come here in the first place, right? He was just scared, and that was the predominant feeling in his gut right now, like all the stuff he feared was maybe true, but it was that long, rambling text message that had brought him here, you know?
Noah sighed and shoved a hand through his hair, and Holly was trying to decide on his way casual, completely not nervous, entirely chill next step, which massively warred with his desire to just get this out, this fear, like some toxin inside him. It was kinda like the motel, in that Holly? When pushed far enough into the well of his emotions? Was crap at control. He was trying, though, and he took long enough that Noah complimented the sweater, and Holly looked down at his clothes. He almost blushed, but, yeah, not a blusher. "It's a sweater," he deadpanned, but was he pleased about the compliment? Yeah. He looked at Noah, probably a little bit too long, and then he grabbed the Seger cassette and moved toward one of the listening booths. "Coming?" he asked over his shoulder.