Re: Call: holly w/noah n
[Don't tell him. He assumes it's like airwaves or something, right? Anyway, he's sitting on the bottom step, echoing slightly when he talks. He always thinks the air is thinner down here, which is probably nuts. He's raking a hand through his hair as he talks. He doesn't catch the Xanax thing, which is probably for the best.] I don't know how to not think what I think, Noah. I keep fucking trying, but I don't know how not to, like, do shit that messes with your head. Like, I was fine. I wasn't freaking out. I was fine, and I still managed to mess with your shit.