Re: [(early) kinda sorta mental: holly/noah.]
[Pain is a strong, strong feeling. As primal as fear. Both claw at Noah. In his bed, his body goes limp and lax, breathing still shuddering, as he sort of crawls out of himself and into Holly. That's not a perfect description, but it's something like that. Come here, and he's there, more or less. He's right there, like something warm and curling close without being there at all. He has to fight that fear, the head-splitting buzz. He doesn't bother catching the unspooling mess of Holly's thoughts as they spill, scatter, schism. He doesn't need any coherent thread. He gets it all. And he tries to tell Holly—he tries to, like, send the impulses to Holly's muscles, so that the dude covers up whatever's bleeding on his arm. Press down, says the impulse. It's a haywire electric current hijacking the muscle. Hold.]