Re: [After: Holly NW/Noah NW]
Holly was always way concerned about Noah. I mean, for a guy who would've told you he was always a selfish son of a bitch? He was crazy-concerned about Noah. So, yeah, he didn't want Noah feeling bad about whatever he, Noah, had just experienced. He'd experienced his own shit, sure, and he was dealing with his own panic from the night before, but he knew Noah had just gone through stuff too, you know? And he didn't get it, didn't really understand it, because he hadn't experienced it himself. Not that he ever really seemed to experience this town weirdness how everyone else did. But he knew it messed with Noah, and he wanted the guy safe and not feeling like he had to worry about him, about Holly, you know?
"No. Don't worry about checking anything," he said quickly. The last thing Noah needed? Was to start worrying about the whole town immediately. Holly loved that that the guy was so fucking selfless and concerned about all of Repose's people, okay? But it was also important that Noah give himself time, so Holly would strong-arm that shit if he had to.
As for being ghosts? That just sent a shiver down Holly's spine, and, yeah, it explained a lot. But he still didn't like it. "Maybe that's why I wasn't here? Because he was?" Or something. He wasn't actually fucking sure, and the thing was that nothing made sense to Holly about Holly. All the people around them were still arguing or crying or whatever, but of course they were. This was some discombobulating shit. Anyway, he just pressed his fingers against Noah's sides as the guy caressed his, Holly's, neck. Holly closed his eyes a second, and Noah was talking about rides and Ubers.
He pulled back, about to hit Noah up with the fact that they could probably walk to the shit diner, if they didn't mind the crappy food, but Noah dipped in for that kiss. Holly's fingers? Immediately tangled in brown curls gone night-cold, and his breath was warm against cold lips. He didn't pull away either, not when Noah talked and not when the kiss ended. "Come on. Let's get breakfast," he suggested, twining his fingers with Noah's and then pulling away crazy-reluctantly. "That was the longest night of my fucking life," he admitted, already tugging Noah toward the station door with that noose of fingers, keeping the guy needy-close. "Tell me everything, and I'll tell you everything."
It was like some exhausted fucking exodus out of that station, and it reminded Holly of post-apocalyptic zombie movies.