Re: Mini-log: Noah NW + Holly NW
In this case, Noah could siphon Holly's determination. He could feel it in himself, and it wasn't the bloody violation of the dream. It was like it was his, buoyant as it was in his chest. Color had come back to his lips, to his cheeks. His hands felt warmer. He was beginning to notice the squiggles of pain that ran through him when he brushed his throat. He noticed how uncomfortable the clinging shirt was. He came further into this reality. He took a long, shuddering breath, not moving his chin from Holly's palms as the dude dipped forward. And then he sniffled again. And then he nodded.
The shower might feel a little close, but, the thought of going downstairs into the darkness was enough to make Noah shivered again. "Can we keep the curtain open?"