Re: [in-person: holly & noah.]
[Noah felt like a failure. Big time. He wasn't hurt. He wasn't taking pain pills and standing outside on a fucked leg, etc. He was just upset someone got mad at him about something they probably had every right to be mad ABOUT. And then he was so upset, he almost killed his fucking mom. It was all stupid af, in Noah's mind. It was one big overblown reaction, and all he wanted was to find a way not to feel, so he could tamp it down. Holly acknowledging aloud that Noah was too messed up to do what Holly wanted to do was like another '3rd place' pin on a chest bristling with stupid '3rd place' pins.] But, I want to, [was his whiny response. He didn't say anything more though, because Holly was already moving and Noah got he was just being whiny and he just needed to stop.
So, right, he took off all the shoes that were present and then got tf in bed with his husband. Holly looked so tired when he turned his face toward Noah. That was another little stab in the gut. Noah made himself do nothing more than take a breath and exhale it, because he didn't want to whine like a bitch again. He chewed his lip as Holly's gaze lingered, but he did actually smile a little when the dude said there was no way he was getting up.] Well, if it's what you want, [he teased, even if it wasn't weak.—But, right, the bud.] Oh, yeah, hold on. Let me get the blanket and stuff. [If Noah could, he extracted his arm (sorry, Holly), and padded over to the door. At least Holly's painkiller had mostly kicked in...
Noah unlocked the door and darted outside, to freeze his tits off. He grabbed the blanket from the back of the Jeep, wrapped it around himself, and zipped back inside as fast as he could. The cold lingered on his skin as he banged back through the door, then locked it. Like a big cloud person, he moved toward the bed and, after a second's unswaddling, dropped the blanket over Holly like an avalanche. Which did make him laugh a little.]