Re: [(early) kinda sorta mental: holly/noah.]
[Holly literally had no idea Noah could do this. Never, during all those nights he spent worrying about the other guy, had he thought about this as a possibility. And right now? He was way too out of it to worry, which was maybe good? Because he couldn't think, like, beyond his own body and his own fears. And he was scared. The space around him was cluttered with people fighting, gunshots and screaming and accusations being hurled. Below him there were screams about containment, voices carrying up the stairs, and he was bleeding, albeit more sluggishly now. The bloodloss? Made him calmer, weirdly, and he did move his hand, you know, in order to encircle his bicep as best he could. And it was easier, you know, thinking at Noah like this somehow? Though he didn't comprehend why. He just knew he felt the guy, and that thinking at him was something he wanted to do. Like, he had things to "say."] So, okay... I love you? I mean, if something... If I don't... Love you. You can promise you won't ever fuck anyone again... [Perhaps impossibly, a chuckle? Like, a real one, but it's high-pitched with fear. I mean, maybe it was a dick thing to think? Yeah, it probably was, and a better person would be insisting Noah be happy after, but Holly wasn't that guy.]