Re: Upstairs: Holly/Noah
It was kind of weird, bc Noah had grown up in Repose and, bro, Repose had always been fucking weird. Like, really weird. Most of the time, people acted like everything was normal. Either Noah's Thing was getting, like, more sensitive or something, or, idk, a lot more bad shit was happening, but, yeah, it did seem like he was having a harder time that he ought have been. Especially given that he'd grown up in the place. Audrey being missing (and maybe dead) was another blow. But, Holly helped. Holly helped a lot. Noah wondered where he'd be without the dude, tbh, and he couldn't even imagine it.
When Holly's fingertips, soft and warm, touched Noah's bottom lip, Noah let go of it. The realization had come as Holly's thought, but everything was slow. Noah was slow. But, Noah didn't feel Holly's advice was a) a demand, or b) something he wouldn't do, so: "Yeah. For real. It's good advice. I dunno. I'd start telling people shit and then people would think I was insane or something, and I could be wrong. I probably am wrong." Noah let himself face forward again, but wriggled back against Holly. "I just hope she's okay." He sighed. "And she probably isn't."