Re: [in-person: holly & noah.]
[Poor fucking Holly. Noah knew he was all tf over the place, as he tried to fight himself and, like, talk sense into his own stupid mind. The other dude didn't have any way to READ said stupid mind, so Noah probably mostly just seemed fucked from the outside. Which, tbf, is likely what the conclusion would've been if Holly COULD read Noah's mind. But, Noah could read Holly's. As Holly's thoughts spooled off, branching into options and shearing them off, Noah felt the ping of every new idea. Yes shower—no shower—the bed?—The bed. Noah glanced at the bed, his gaze running parallel to Holly's, and then he looked up. His hair, now free of his cap, curtained him off, but he peeked through the curls. He'd been pretty sure the shower was for Holly's benefit. Holly was fucking cold and in pain. To then toss it aside, because he felt like he had to do something for Noah, didn't exactly make Noah want to do it.] I just wanna do what you wanna do, [he tried to tell his husband as Holly shed his own shirt onto the growing pile on the floor.
The dude was trying to decipher what it was Noah needed, and Noah wanted to know what Holly needed, which meant they were going in circles, even if Holly didn't know that. But, Noah let his fingers slide free of the loose warmth of Holly's sweats as the dude moved toward the naked bed. Noah watched as Holly steeled himself to sit and let go of the crutches. So, that decision was made then. Noah toed off his shoes, one after the other, then squatted near Holly's feet. He worked at the ties on the dude's shoe, then, if he could, peeled the thing off and tossed it aside. From there, he moved up between Holly's legs, however much of him was off the mattress, and crawled up beside the dude. If Holly let him, Noah tried to offer his arm as a pillow as he curled inward, toward Holly, in a fetal position.] We can still take a shower, you know.