Re: Holly's place: Holly/ Noah
Holly was his own worst critic, and this moment? Was no exception. He wanted to be chill, in control, okay. Mostly? He wanted to be okay, and he perceived weakness in his own irrational fears. I mean, he knew that none of the loud sounds he was reacting to were actually guns, right? So why did he want to crawl under the bed a bunch of times a day? As for Noah's thing with wanting to keep him, Holly, warm and snuggled? It was absolutely what Holly needed right now, but it wasn't anything, like, usual for them, and he was accustomed to being, or trying to be, sexy around Noah.
Noah, who was currently shifting back on the bed, flopping, and telling him, Holly, the invalid to shut up. But, you know, it was probably a good tactic. He watched Noah undo the fly, and he closed his eyes briefly when he felt fingers against his back. But okay, that? Was a foot, and Holly groaned and awkwardly scooted himself back on the bed. Look, only using one arm? Not easy. Whatever, because he managed, though he didn't lie down immediately. "You talk to me about, like, how it was for you, and I'll lie down," he promised, leveraging shit and being bossy, which was a good sign. And, if Noah agreed? He carefully stretched out and then rolled onto his good side, you know, to be spooned. And maybe he tried to reach back for Noah's arm greedily... maybe.