Re: [(early) kinda sorta mental: holly/noah.]
[The bloodloss could be worse. Maybe Noah was managing to stymie it a little. Somehow. Through force of will? Through a compulsion turned impulse inside those electric currents that control muscle contraction. But, that signal, or whatever it was, wasn't invasive. It wasn't the overriding jolt that caused one to clench and cling to an electrified wire, say. But, it was insistent. It was reflexive. And Noah didn't really know he was doing it, so much as he kind of wanted it to happen? Kind of? It was all just this weird reaction. A bad trip on the wrong drug with the right results. Because at least Holly seemed to be calming down. Emerging from the general fracas of the dude's mind was a sentiment made clear. And the first real sound—if it could be called that—resounded inside Holly's mind as if it was his own thought. A laugh. A little dizzy and nervous, but a laugh. And Noah managed to pick out words too.] I promise. [And:] I love you. [And, less in words than sensation, hold on, it's okay, just wait, just breathe, just hold on. Because he knew, pathogens in the air or not, it would get under control. A cage door would close and they could come out. He knew that.]