Re: In-person: Holly W/Noah N
As long as my hands didn't get ruined. I'm on to you. [Noah smiled, not thinking about Mask, except when Holly did, but he still had no real idea what it was. He put on a sweet expression, puppy dog innocence in dark brown eyes.] No, I wasn't. I was well-behaved the whole time. [He hadn't been. Which was why it was kind of cute when Holly thought Noah was such a good, obedient boy. Noah was good and obedient when he wanted to be good and obedient. But, he could be a major pest too. Or—like Holly said, dogged. Which he definitely imagined as 'dog-ed,' because 'dogged' would be like the past tense of dogging. Whatever that was.) All Noah knew was that it did make him wonder if he should be pushier NOW.
Holly only said the littlest, tiniest amount about people/Tandy/differences/timeline hopping, and Noah wanted to push that.] Will you talk with me about it when we have time? [His mind moved to the woods, then back. He sighed as Holly insisted he had training to do and all that.] I'm safe, I'm safe. [Not that it was fair that he had to be safe when Holly wasn't, but he didn't say that. Instead, he was distracted by Holly's thinking that he, Holly, had made Noah cry and that nothing had been decided, when Noah thought it had. He thought since he'd agreed to the terms (no running in places, unless Holly was dead; no freaking out, as best as possible, when Holly had to deal with shit), they had, in fact, made some decisions. He blinked a little as he nudged forward onto his knees and stood, shoving up at the glasses as he did so.] We should talk about it again, [he insisted as he held a hand out to Holly, if he needed it. Noah looked down a little at the dark ground and his dirty socks.] Sorry for freaking out.