Re: Upstairs: Holly/Noah Needy sounded negative. Noah wasn't needy in a bad way, so Holly didn't see it like that. He liked the guy needing him, and he liked Noah wanting him around. Holly? Holly fed off that shit, right? Like, his security. Sure, it was heavily based in Noah wanting him, but this stuff helped too? When he could help, even if Noah was equating him with a dog right now. Which, yeah, Holly laughed about, because it was funny.
He waited until Noah downed the pills and badly tossed the bottle, and then he was moving; Holly didn't need much encouragement to crawl beneath the blankets with the guy.
He tugged the blanket over both of their heads and, if he could, he stretched out on his side and tugged Noah back against him, back to belly, his arm over the guy's waist and his breath warm against Noah's nape. "Go to sleep," he told him, and he was absolutely willing to just be curled up with the guy while he napped. It was good, you know? In the light of complicated shit, to lie there, warm and safe and with Noah tight and close, and no bad shit fucking with them. So, yeah, Holly snuggled close, nosed at the guy's nape, and let his eyes drift shut.