Re: Holly's place: Holly/ Noah
Noah didn't need to feel bad about Holly's mom. He was avoiding her. He knew he was avoiding her. It was avoidance. It wasn't Noah's fault or anything, and Holly only thought about her tangentially because, you know, moms. And, yeah, he pulled. He pulled the guy close, and he'd wanted to stay on the bed, but he'd chased. Noah had gotten up, and so he'd followed, thinking Noah was deliberately putting space between them. Holly could be a pushy little bitch, and he wasn't going to let Noah walk away. Okay, maybe that was definitely unhealthy, but Holly could be intense.
"We can focus on my arm after. Okay? Because my arm is just in the way right now. It's not actually important. There are, like, levels of importance," he explained, and he 100% believed it. "You aren't fucked up." Again, he cupped Noah's cheeks, you know, if he was allowed to. "You aren't fucked up. You had something terrible happen to you for a long time, but you're here, and you're strong, and you're kind, and you're smart, and you're not fucked up. But I don't want your mom fucking with you, baby, and we need to find a way for that not to happen. Okay? It's important. For you. Not for me, and I'm not even talking about abilities now. Okay? Fuck the ability. We'll come back to that." He pushed that insistent curl from Noah's forehead. "Okay?" If he could, he leaned his forehead to Noah's. "I know you still want to see her or whatever, so what do we do to make it safe for you?"