Re: Upstairs: Holly/Noah
Holly wouldn't be surprised to learn Noah was guilting himself about feeling things. The guy always did that, right? He always felt like he couldn't feel what he felt, and Holly was trying to chip away at that. But he also knew the guy was just, you know, good in a way that he, Holly, wasn't, and Noah would never look at things the way he looked at them. And that was okay; it just meant Holly needed to take better care of the guy. And it wasn't fucked, what Noah was feeling. None of this was fucked. The only thing fucked? Was what Noah had experienced. Holly wasn't even willing to give Audrey the benefit of the doubt right now.
And Holly got it, the thing about sleep. He totally got it. "Do you have any here?" he asked of the Xanax, because, okay, he wasn't big on Noah taking meds that he could get hooked on, but there were also times when that shit was necessary. He'd been hypocritical about the meds before, or not understanding, or something. It was only his own brush with pain meds, the massive need for them, that had made Holly chill on the whole Xanax thing. So, right. "If you have them here, I can grab them." He was already pushing up, away, and ready to toss the blanket aside to do whatever Noah needed him to do.