[call/in-person: holly & noah.]
[Noah sniffles. He really is a fucking sad sack. He's dressed relatively warmly, but he should've traded the cap for a beanie. All the same, no scarf in the world could save him from a red nose and red-rimmed eyes. But, it's dark, so there is that.
He's still a little ways away, but they can basically make each other out now, so he's quiet. Then, once he's close enough, Noah doesn't even hang up the call. He drops his phone in his pocket and tries to hug Holly, like, around the crutches and stuff.]