Re: [in-person: holly & noah.]
[Holly did pretty good with his panic, even though Noah felt the attempt to tamp it down for what it was. It made him hurry more, but, he could only go so fast. Still, he wasn't leaving Holly out there any longer than was necessary, and it was lucky no cops were out looking to meet their ticket quota. And once Holly was actually in the car? Yeah, nah. There was no lingering. Like, he was into the push on his belly, but, he was already going.—For once, Noah didn't have any music playing. It was just the sound of the engine and the tires on the road, and Noah glanced at Holly, his gaze moving over the dude's profile, backlit by the dash. Holly was thinking about taking his meds and Noah didn't blame him, dude. But, that kind of thing always worried him. Like, getting hooked. But, he wasn't going to mention that now.
There was hardly time, anyway. In a matter of minutes, they were pulling up in the wide, empty lot of the gym. Noah shifted in the seat as Holly opened the door. He fished the keys for the place out of the glove box, then shut everything off, jumped out, and grabbed the bags—plural—from the backseat. Yeah, he'd brought everything Holly mentioned, along with the snacks and some drinks and stuff. He'd have to come back out and get the comforter, but whatever.
With his (barely) free hand, he caught the pill bottle that came his way, then dropped the backpack to rifle through it. He found Holly's stuff. He waddled over, under the weight of everything, once he had the bag back where he needed it, and he passed off the pills.] I have some water, but we gotta get inside. [He grimaced a little, shifting everything.] The bed's just inside, so you can collapse and get comfy as hell, but I gotta get the blanket. And then I have to get blazed, bro. [God, did he ever.]