Re: [in-person: holly & noah.]
[Holly's leg did hurt, sure, but it would be fine after a few minutes. The meds just needed to kick in, and he was counting on the meds kicking in fast, because, look, he knew Noah. He didn't need any sort of telepathy and empathy powers to know how the other guy was feeling. He'd been paying attention to Noah's emotions for over a year, and he knew when the guy was fucked. He knew when Noah was all jitter-happy, and he knew when the guy was turned the fuck on, and he knew when Noah was in that kinda slow-warm-fond mood. And he knew when Noah was screwed up, and he knew when Noah was so fucking sad he could barely function. And the guy was definitely living in a space between the former and the latter right now. So, right. Holly? Wasn't intending to depend heavy on the guy right now.
So he went inside, and he didn't notice Noah's leg-favoring until the guy was in front of him, divesting him of that borrowed coat. And, okay, so, Holly? He turned his cheek briefly and inhaled the collar of the borrowed coat, and then he let Noah take it. After that, he shook his head.] I'm fine. Here. Hold this. [He handed over a crutch, you know, so he could pull one arm out of the shirt, and then he repeated the process with the other crutch and sleeve, and what resulted? Was his shirt around his neck as he caught his breath.] You're destroying your lip again. [Because, you know, chiding bossily? Was a great way to spend recovery time. And because he could tell Noah was feeling increasingly distant, and he knew from experience that getting Noah out of that mindset? Was hard.] Hey. [He leaned on the crutches in order to use his hands and touch the other guy. He tugged on the fabric over Noah's belly.] Take this off. Come on. The hot water will feel good on your skin.