Re: [Log: Gym-to-be, Marta and Holly]
Of all the people Holly had known back home? Sunny was the closest to being, well, Sunny. Okay, so shit had gone worse for her over here, and that had an effect, but by and large? She was the same fucked up girl he'd known, and there was something comforting about that? But, yeah, she was also her own person, and he didn't conflate the two. Now, that didn't mean he wasn't aware that she had some seriously fucked up ways of seeing things, but everyone was fucked up, man. That was kinda just a given. He had yet to meet someone who didn't have some sort of damage. But fuck damage, because he was sitting in a chair and cracking jokes about her attire, and his return laugh was quiet, but it was a laugh. "Right. Pearls keep you warm as you drive over in the minivan. Got it," he said, reaching for the container with the lasagna. Less like Chef Boyardee, yeah?
She pulled a sandwich out of the Mary Poppins bag of wonders, and he took a bite of the lasagna before saying anything else. Okay, two bites. It was good, and Holly was kinda a show-not-tell person. So, yeah, it was good, and he was grateful. "Noah'll appreciate the leftovers," he told her, because there was definitely enough food here for the two of them. "Seeing as he toils to take care of me with little appreciation and no compensation," he deadpanned. He was obviously joking, because he chuckled a moment later. "You know, I get you were worried about me being out here and freezing or starving, yeah? But Noah's a seriously selfless motherfucker about that kinda stuff. He bends over backwards to make sure I'm good."
He tore a piece of garlic bread off and popped it into his mouth. "Okay, so you manage while people come in and breathe?" he asked, his grin indicating that his opinion on an oxygen bar hadn't changed. He was too miserly and too practical to spend money on air. It was the same as water bottles. Holly never purchased water bottles; water was free. "Okay, so you basically run the place. Cool. That'll look good on a resume if you ever want to leave this place." Holly had the same mentality any young person who'd grown up in a small place had: Escape at all costs. "I get it," he added, probably unnecessarily. "So, tell me the rest. No fucking sugar-coating. How's being clean? How are things with the ex and the kid?" He took another bite of lasagna.