In-person: Holly W/Noah N
[Noah was a pussy, man. In the car, in his stupid pajamas, he was crying. It was like, a lot of things converging, not just Holly. He hadn't really let himself be upset about the whole town/job thing. He hadn't let himself be angry at his mom, because it really wouldn't do anything. But, there was all this stuff, and as it swilled in Holly's belly, it swilled in his, and, dude, he didn't want to let that go. He didn't want to let his connection with Holly go. He couldn't imagine it, and when he tried, it left him feeling cold and alone and worse off than before, even though he got that Holly thought it was for the best. Noah was, obviously, prone to agreeing—but only because he so totally got what it was Holly thought. He didn't actually agree. And that made him seem wishy-washy, he knew. It was a confusing tug-of-war, and that was underneath everything else. He drowned it out as best he could with music, blaring loud from windows rolled all the way down.
Holly was right that Noah was able to find him. Before the gates, in the dark, and the headlights fell over the other dude in two beams, before cutting to black. Noah left the car on, but they didn't need the lights. He parked six feet or so from Holly. He opened the door, letting the music keep playing, and he hopped, sock-first into the dirt. Sniffling, but wiping the snot from his nose, he approached the other dude, if he could, and he wrapped him in a hug without a word.]