Re: [in-person: holly & noah.]
[Holly's internal concession that he might've overstretched himself ran as a parallel admission in Noah's mind. I mean, he'd known. Of course he had. Holly's leg fucking HURT. And I don't mean it hurt just Holly. Noah's own leg ached like hell, and he was trying to get inside and not let himself be consumed by the inevitable guilt that came with asking too much. After the stuff with his mom, he'd felt like he NEEDED to talk to the dude. It was some imperative inside of him, that drove him to ring the dude up before Noah's mind even registered the actions of muscle memory. But, he should've resisted. Like, he could've, probably, if he'd tried. And instead, he'd hauled his pretty-seriously injured husband out of fucking bed and onto his feet, which was, in and of itself, a feat. So, yeah, I guess he was glad to when Holly just swallowed the pills dry and he, Noah, hoped he wouldn't have to keep thinking about it. That was also part of the 'needing to get blazed' thing.
Noah opened the door, as expected, and he held it with his knee on the leg he was unconsciously favoring. Holly ambled inside, and then, once he was in, Noah closed the gap and the door. The bed on the floor was by no means large. And, technically, it was more a mattress than a bed. But, whatever. It just needed the comforter.—Noah moved to start setting things down. He still needed to get aforementioned comforter and lock doors and stuff. But, Holly was right there, basically a limp shirt on a laundry line, except one that could feel pain. (The thought was literally terrifying.)] Yeah. [Noah unloaded himself, shifting things around the bed, near it, wherever. He was quick to get back to Holly, so the dude could lean on him. Noah urged him to do as much.] Here. [If he could, he removed his jacket from Holly's shoulders and tossed it onto the bed.] Lean on me and I can get your shirt off, [he offered. He chewed on his bottom lip as he waited. Coming down from the fucking inferno of his own emotions and sinking back into reality always left Noah feeling hazy and distant and all that kind of stuff. And his mind kept trying to wander back to wonder if his mom was okay.]