Re: [Log: Gym-to-be, Marta and Holly]
Yeah, he kinda got that they had hit some sort of conversational impasse that he didn't quite get. I mean, he knew shit had gotten out of sync somehow, but he didn't entirely get how. And he was trying to get it back, to find the normalcy of the conversation again, but it was kinda hard. He felt shitty about it, right? He got it was his damage, and he knew he should go easier on himself; it had only been a few months since the single worst experience of his life, so, yeah. But this wasn't about that, and Holly wasn't into the idea of letting his fucking fear control his life, much less his interactions. And this was about her shit, about her baggage. His own stuff had no fucking place here, and lately he was spilling over without meaning to. That shit needed to stop.
So, right. He pushed the styrofoam away, and he grounded himself. Centered himself. He was pretty good at shoving shit down. Yeah, yeah, being around Noah had made it harder? Since it was hard to go from all open to not. But he sat there and tried, because she was sighing in frustration, and he didn't want to be frustrating. God, he just sucked at people lately.
He hit the Juul a few more times, and he pocketed it again. "I'm cool. It just happens," he said, and he definitely sounded like he had it back under control. So, yeah, he was fine. "No. Back the fuck up. What are you talking about? I mean, I get it's hard to talk about or whatever, and you're like triggered or something, but I don't even get why. So try to help me understand." Okay, that was totally chill. Crisis averted.