Re: Holly's place: Holly/ Noah
Noah didn't think Holly wasn't being selfless. He got that the dude was. He got that it was an offer made from a really good place. But, that didn't mean it felt good and that didn't mean it was something Noah wanted. A part of him understood that no one had ever asked Holly, you know, if he wanted this "fucking connection"—and Noah got that it was invasive in this really insane way. He knew he couldn't(/shoulndn't) be the one to decide, like, if that continued. It should be Holly's choice. But, man, nah, he didn't like it. He couldn't help his immediate reaction, which was a big, fat NO, NO, NO. He wanted nothing to fucking do with it, and it felt a lot more like taking control away than giving it to him.
Holly's hand covered Noah's own and he just tried to pull the phone free, so he could do what he said he was going to do. Hit up Mom and see what was up. Not that Holly was wrong. About her just saying something to fuck with him. She probably would. And it was only that realization that made Noah finally let his hand with the phone drop back to the bed. "Fuck." He squeezed his eyes shut and opened them again. "Fuck." He chewed his lip, tasting the gross rime of his own snot as he thought. "Maybe... Maybe if I ask and I'm close enough to her, I'll be able to tell if she's telling the truth." That would work. "And then it'll be fine. She'll say no and we won't have to do this."