Re: In-person: Holly W/Noah N
[Holly never thought of himself as sweet. Like, ever. Even standing there, thumbs on Noah's cheeks, he didn't think it. He could reason it out with himself, right? Making sure Noah was okay was a selfish need on his part, because he needed Noah to be there for him, which required Noah to be okay, and so on, so on, so in, in an endless circle of justification. But Noah was shifting on filthy socks and pressing against Holly's hand, and Holly didn't want to break the kiss.
But it was important. So, right.
Noah's hands found elbows, and Holly looked at the guy, his fingers still dragging along Noah's neck and to his shoulders.] I'm worried shit is going to be bad at work, Noah, and you won't be able to handle it. [It was crazy direct, right? I mean way crazy direct.] And I'm a selfish motherfucker, and I want to know you're okay? So I can focus on me being okay when I'm there. So you can be there when I come home after a shit day. That's what I need. [It wasn't a lie. I mean, it wasn't all of it, but it wasn't a lie.]