Trailer park: noah/ren
[Noah parked his Jeep at his mom's. She wasn't home. She probably wouldn't be. Idk. He wasn't thinking too much, and when he did manage it, it wasn't clear or anything. It was pure coincidence that he was dressed in dark colors, and that they helped him blend into the night that laid heavy where the sparse yellow lights of the trailer park didn't reach. He loitered in one such patch, near the entrance sign to the park, pacing, heart racing, and generally feeling, yk, tons of impending doom and fear. No bullets had flown yet. Holly was in one piece. But, that black cloud—he caught its undercurrent and it was all going to come apart in a second.
Should he have been meeting Ren? No. Should they be even kind of investigating? Definitely not. Noah had made promises. Ones that he intended to keep. But, fuck. He couldn't let the dude just wander out there. So, this was the other option, right? Right. Noah pulled at his curls and tried to fight the feeling that rang through him like a bell telling him to run. RUN. RUN. RUN. RUN. Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK.]