Re: Upstairs: Holly/Noah
Noah was in his blankie outfit. It was comfortable. And, dude, Noah was tired af. He wasn't poor Holly, who had to be tired and working, but he was tired. His throat still hurt and it was obvious something had happened with all the scratches. So it was good he'd taken the day off to hide. But, yeah, he was tired, all cocooned in Holly's old bed. The small space was familiar enough to be comfortable now. Noah remembered walking up the stairs almost fall-down-drunk. It was a good, close space. But, nothing would ever trump Holly's actual presence. Being close, like with him in the shop and Noah upstairs, was a good solution, dude, fr. But, yeah, no, this would be better. Noah felt more than a little needy, having to call him up, but, whatever.
Green beanie on his head, curls squashed down, Noah poked his head out of the cloud of white blankets. He smiled, even if he looked tired. "Hi," he said.