Re: Call: holly w/noah n
[The metal and stone, fwiw, don't do anything. But, as Holly focuses elsewhere, Noah can kind of think—and also take a Xanax on the sly. He just lays in bed with his head under his pillow, listening to Holly breathe and descend. Eventually, he ventures to speak.] I'm not mad at you or upset with you or asking you to do anything at all, man. I'm just having a hard time because you think one thing about me and then I think it and it confuses me. And, like, if it's bad for me to do those things—jerk off into some panties, whatever—why isn't it bad for you? And the way you think, man, it is. It would be. But, I don't think that's how I think, but now it's hard to pick apart, when you're thinking so hard about being possessive over me.