Re: Call: Holly/ Noah
[After a sigh that blows curls upward.] I'm a mess. Sorry. I know... that it's confusing. I'm confusing. I don't know. [He takes a breath, because his first reaction is no, but his first reaction kind of seems to suck.] You don't feed me thoughts. [He chews his lip.] Maybe? [Thinking aloud, per usual.] I like being there for your shows too. You said you like it when I'm there. I like it, too. One, because I get to be with you and make you feel good. Plus, you get paid. But, it makes me feel, like, involved too? Or... they know that I'm there, so they can't say whatever. Or something. Or they can think whatever they want, but they have to see they can't actually have it. You. [He feels a little mean saying that. It maybe isn't actually mean, but it feels mean.] Is that... messed up? [As Holly sits, Noah drops over the console in his Jeep. Which isn't comfortable at all. He laughs a little when he's told he freaks out a lot.] Sorry. [He chews his lip more.] I don't always get sad. [He groans.] I'm sorry. [An audible 'ugh.'] I should've milked a cocksuck out of you when you asked how you could repay me, huh? Man, I'm an idiot.