Re: [in-person: holly & noah.]
[Holly knew that Noah would try to, like, subvert his own stuff if he could manage it, and the fact that he couldn't? Well, Holly interpreted that to mean that the guy's stuff, Noah's, was too big, too vast, too fucking deep. Because, yeah, if Noah could manage it? He would absolutely turn it the fuck off to worry about kneecaps and pain pills and feverish cheeks. So, right, Holly wasn't surprised when Noah said he just wanted to do what he, Holly, wanted to do.] Baby, you're way too messed up right now, so let's focus on you a little while, alright?
[Which, you know, Holly followed up by lowering himself onto the bed as painlessly as he could manage. The mattress felt good against his bed, and it felt good to get off his feet... oh, right. Shoes. He lifted his head slightly, chin to chest, to watch Noah work at the ties and stuff, and he absolutely took the arm-pillow Noah offered. He glanced over at the guy, cheek turned and expression one of sleepy concern. God, it felt so good to be off his feet, and his gaze slid along Noah's body, at all that exposed skin, and then upward.] No fucking way you're getting me off this bed. [That was an honest, heartfelt response. He wasn't getting up. No way.] But you can get us something to smoke, you know, if you don't go too far. [He hadn't forgotten that Noah said he needed some, and he, Holly, wasn't adverse at all.]