Re: The Capital: Holly W & Noah N
Holly, despite the cultivated outer calm, was a kinda emotional maelstrom inside. He hadn't logically strung together all the doubting things and cataloged them, but he felt the cumulative effect, right? Two months really wasn't long, and they kinda just needed some chill to get past the whole motel thing, that betrayal, and the Halloween thing had kinda been really ill-timed, if there was a good time for something like that, but this reaction? It was probably just about the fear caused by those things, right? I mean, it wasn't a straw destroying a camel's back or anything, but it was probably way fair to say Holly was currently still on Red Alert. His mind was definitely the Starship Enterprise with flashing right neon lights.
So, Holly talked, and he knew Noah was over there listening. Looking over a lot, it was too tempting. Holly had serious trouble remembering self-preservation when he was looking at the guy. So, when Noah started talking? Holly just gripped his hands tighter between spread knees, and he listened. Head ducked forward, hair shielding his face mostly, Seger singing as Noah's knee bounced in Holly's peripheral vision. He saw that gesture of pointed fingers between them, and he saw Noah's arm coming, but he didn't shy away from the brush of sweater to wrist. His mind was like a carousel, spinning so fast that the horses were blurred, and his heart was kinda beating out of his chest, or it felt like that. You know, like some cartoon skunk.
Jittery? Yeah, jittery, and Seger was driving him kinda nuts. He stood impulsively, which wasn't something Holly usually did. Impulsivity? Not his thing, but he held up one finger, like, wait, and he slipped out, and he found a record, and he breathed. He came back, closed the door behind himself, and busied himself with putting the record on, back to Noah, as he talked. "I kinda mentioned the cock sucking thing to Adrian, you know, when I was being catty," he said, because that was kinda important, right? "I don't want you to not be friends with Dietre because of this. I don't want to, like, being the sort of paranoid fuck that limits you," he told the turning turntable. "I'm not good at trust, Noah," he added after moving the arm onto the record, the song quietly filling the space a lot less annoyingly than Seger as Holly turned to lean back against the shelf, arms protectively crossed over his chest. He chuckled a little, self-deprecating. "Which probably goes without saying, right?" He a paused a beat. "That sweater looks nice on you. See? I remembered the word."