Re: Holly's place: Holly/ Noah
Wait. Wait. Wait. Whoa, whoa, whoa, no, no, no. Noah was sniffling, yeah. And Holly was pulling him close, and that was great, man. It was great. Well, not great, because Noah knew he might actually start crying for real, but still, really good, because he got to be held and that always made Noah feel better. And for a second there, Noah did feel better. Or was getting there. Holly was telling him that neither of them had done anything, which, while maybe not totally true, was nice to hear. But, then—then there was the mention of the 'connection'—the fucking connection, actually—and turning it off and Noah pulled back, away from that promise running the rim of his ear.
"No—!" He didn't want that. Hadn't he made that clear? "Look, Holly, I—I wanted to find you. I did it. I, like, left myself to find you, okay? I wanted to. Don't—" Noah's panic and emotional knee-jerk meant he was definitely going to cry. He felt it coming. So, he kind of screwed his eyes closed, brows clashing together in a dark line, and just tried to say what he was trying to say. "I don't want to do it. Please. I'm fine. Nothing even happened." If Noah hadn't regretted saying shit before, you can bet he did now. And his policy of honesty was rapidly coming to an end. He shook his head, still managing to fend off the onslaught of tears for the most part, even if he was starting to leak a little. "I need to be able to feel you, okay? Or else I wouldn't even have known anything was happening to you. And what if you'd been REALLY hurt or what if I couldn't talk to you and help you get—like, get out of there. You can't."