Re: In-person: Holly W/Noah N
[Noah could see fine mostly. He wore them when he was lounging in bed, using his phone super close and stuff. He'd just forgotten to take them off. He didn't resist their removal. He just sniffed, a little pitifully, as Holly wiped under his eyes. He knew he was acting like a little kid, and he wasn't trying to. He was just worked up, and not all of that could be blamed on Holly, dude, but he didn't think he could get that across. He closed his eyes, lashes wet and sticking together, leaning into the hand shuffing back stubborn curls.
When Holly motioned between them, Noah opened his eyes. His expression, as he looked at the other dude, was sad and serious, and he was already shaking his head as Holly started to say he got that he, Holly, was a lot.] It's not that—[But, he was trying to listen, so he buttoned down his tongue. He sniffed again, and it was obvious, just from his expression, that he didn't like it when Holly said he tried not to feel stuff. He kept frowning and he shook his head again.] I don't want you to not feel things. If you do that because of me, then I guess—[He didn't want to say it. He lifted his shoulder and wiped his nose on his shirt.] Whatever I feel about it, we should do something. Because I don't want you doing that because of me. It's not right. And it's not fair.