Re: The Capital: Holly W & Noah N
Actually, Holly bottling didn't help either of them. Noah could still feel it, because it was there. And because it was some... idk, otherworldly connection, or something, it couldn't be mislead. It could be dulled by distance and drugs. A little. But, it couldn't be tricked by Holly keeping his lips sealed and everything inside him crushed down. So, you know, yeah. Holly did need to stop doing that bottling thing, because it really didn't help anyone. But, you know, Noah was only vaguely aware of it atm. Holly's fear was still there. Obviously. And loud. Hurricane force winds. Whatever. But, Noah had his own emotions, right? I mean, Holly's leached into him, but, his were there, and he was distracted by being close and by Holly's slight sense of entertainment and everything else.
He moved a lot. Noah did. Just in general. He was a fidgety, bouncing sort of person, in spite of the amount of space he took up. And the fabric of the new (for him) sweater against his knuckles was soothing, in the way that those weird comforting things you'd done since you were a kid were soothing. And he'd always liked tucking his arms into big sleeves. Who knew why.—But, he stood right outside the booth as Holly slid in, saying nothing to what felt like Noah's too many worse, and he popped in the cassette, which seemed complicated to someone raised on .mp4s.
The song wasn't familiar to Noah. But, man, it sure sounded sappy. Just the music of it. Noah listened, not following in until Holly spoke, in case the dude didn't want him crammed up next to him. Plus, it was super small and Noah was sort of doubtful that Holly would let him pull him into his lap. He waited, chewing his lip, tucking his fingers in the cuffs of his sleeves, his gaze moving over the slight spread of Holly's thighs, before it moved to meet the dude's eye. Noah smiled (probably too much) at the sentiment casually communicated to him, and then, he sat. He was up against Holly, and they could both pretend it was because he had no choice, if they wanted to. It was probably the only form of touch that would be sanctioned, so Noah took it, dude. Like he always did. He spread his thighs, butting against Holly's, but he left his hands loose in his lap. "Is this song a message like the 'Fuck You' one and the other one...?" He was teasing and the barely-contained smile on his lips gave him away.