Re: [in-person: holly & noah.]
[Holly didn't think he was making it about his dad. I mean, he was using his dad as a point of reference for depression, but Noah didn't drink or anything like that. But, look, Noah still wasn't over all the stuff with his mom, and how could he be? Was it at all surprising that a new show of power resulted in lashing out at the woman that Noah still hadn't dealt with completely? Of course not. And Holly knew that, you know, at the end of the day? Noah's upset and stress and whatever, at least today? Was kinda his, Holly's, thing. It was the monster, his knee, and it was the conversation with Billy, right? More than anything. And maybe it was the stuff in his own, in Holly's head, that he kinda managed to ignore himself. I mean, he? Holly? Was mostly really fucking angry recently, and Noah was distant and so sad, and Holly just wished the guy didn't have to carry that, you know? Just like Noah wished he, Holly, didn't have to deal with his own shit. But, no, he didn't say anything about severing the connection. In fact? It had kinda fucked Holly up when Noah mentioned it earlier, because it was just so fucking not Noah to do that.
But, yeah, yeah, all of it? Came down to Holly wanting to be there for the guy, and being there meant not getting lost in his own shit. Being present, right? And the kiss definitely brought him slamming into the room. But it was short, and he whined, and then he was covered in blanket and holding out a hand for the blunt. Bong. Noah could use the bong. It was fine. Noah, who was reaching for the stash, and Holly fought and fought and fucking fought to sit up against the wall. Groan and moan, and life was a lot harder with only one foot for fucking leverage. But he managed it, and his hand was held out again by the time Noah finished that hit and handed it over. And, Holly? Didn't waste any fucking time. He inhaled short and hard, repeatedly, and he coughed a few times before handing the blunt back, smoke streaming from his nose. And, Noah? He looked hot over there on his side, hip cut and really fucking distracting on tan skin.] You look good. [He thought that wasn't too pushy, and he kicked at the comforter with his good foot.] Your nose is still red though. [It was. Chubby and red and adorable, you know?] So, how do we make you feel better about things?