Re: Upstairs: Holly/Noah
"Yeah." Lip-chew. "I brought some." Xanax. It was in the slapdash bag he'd packed for his take-your-husband-to-work-day visit. In the bottle, one of just a few pills left. It was tucked next to the laptop Noah had thought he might touch and didn't, and his toothbrush. He could just kind of roll up to his feet, pull out of the cotton cocoon, and go grab it, but, like I said, he was feeling like a baby and he didn't really want to. Fortunately for him, Hol was here, and he was making to stand. "In my bag." Without really thinking about it, Noah kind of let his knowledge of where the bag was and where the pills were inside the bag just make its way into Holly's mind. I mean, it was, like, a thought? But, in Noah's voice.
Totally oblivious, at least for a second, Noah sighed dramatically under the collapsing blanket. "I'm being so needy." It felt like, no matter what he did, he couldn't change that. Another heavy sigh. "Sorry. I'm annoying myself right now for real." Green-hatted head peeked from under the covers. "I love you though."