Re: [in-person: holly & noah.]
[Holly wasn't into the painkillers. The strong ones fucked with his head and his stomach, and he just didn't like how they made his mind, like, flit from one thing to the next. But he kinda needed them right now, right? Hopefully not forever, though Dante had made him kinda worried about that. But he wasn't thinking about it. He wasn't thinking about anything but the guy in front of him. And that? Was increasingly easy as the pain in his leg became this kinda numb thing, and not this completely distracting and intense thing. But, okay, yeah, he took a second to inhale sweat, to fight his way out of his sleeves, and he was standing there, shirt still around his neck, as Noah turned the bill on his cap. The guy's hm? Yeah, definitely indicative of the distance that worried Holly so much.
Holly pulled the shirt from around his neck and over his head, letting go of Noah's hoodie to do so, and he managed it. He was getting better at balancing on one leg, and he tossed the shirt to the floor, where it met Noah's hat and hoodie.
Noah's fingers were in the waistband of sweats that had fallen low due to movement and effort, and Holly looked up and tried to meet the guy's gaze. I mean, Holly? Was way-worried. Noah pressed forward, moved back, and had trouble talking, right? And then the guy sighed and Holly stood there and tried to think. I mean, it was a litany of thoughts, of how to make the guy feel better. Maybe not the shower? He glanced toward the bed.] How about we just lie down a little bit? [It was the solution he landed on. It was warming up in the space, so he wasn't as worried about Noah being cold, and he was more worried about how the guy seemed a million miles away, about those red eyes and red nose. Maybe it would be better if Noah talked about stuff? Or just rested? Holly found himself completely at a loss, so he resisted the urge to paw the guy, and he crutched closer to the mattress on the floor, where he transferred both crutches to one side for balance.] Come on. Lie down with me. [He didn't give a fuck about pillows or comforters, and he took a deep, fortifying breath as he fell back on the mattress, fingers tight on the crutches until he absolutely had to let go, and then he just kinda sprawled and looked up at Noah and that tortured lip.] Come'ere, baby.