Re: Holly's place: Holly/ Noah
Okay, okay, so it was probably fine to be a mess, but Holly didn't like being out of control, right? He liked to have a firm grip on everything, including his own emotions, and he was kinda having a tough time with that right now. But Noah was there, reminding him, Holly, again about getting shot, and Holly managed to roll his eyes and dry the tears, which he thought was a really good step in the direction of his usual deadpan and calm, you know, at least on the outside. But more than that, right? Because part of Holly's coping thing? Absolutely involved believing his own bullshit. He would get there. He just needed a few days.
The fingers on Noah's wrist, they weren't about balance or anything. He just wanted to hold the guy, and maybe that sounded weird. His legs worked fine, with the exception of everything being a massive chore, due to the blood transfusions, but he could've gotten to the bed on his own. Sure, but he wanted to touch the guy, which was needy as fuck, and which he realized was needy as fuck. So, he did let go, you know, once he was sitting on the edge of the bed, which felt fine, and he watched Noah's hat hit the floor. He watched the shoes, and he was looking at the guy as that glance came his way. "Am I overwhelming you, or being too much, or...? I can't tell today, and I wanna know if you're sending me to sleep because you need a break, which, you know, I would totally understand. Sorry about making you jumpy."