[ nick doesn't especially like to have complex thoughts before noon, so he's not done much to question the circumstances that he's woken up to up until now. it's easier to just hunker down over a dry piece of toast and grumble that he's too sleepy to fix his hangover--under his breath, nick doesn't actually want to talk to anyone yet.
except he hears a familiar voice, and his head immediately snaps up. ]
Oli?
[ sorry to whoever it was that oliver was trying to engage in conversation with, but nick is immediately on his feet and crossing the room, pounding head be damned. he inserts himself in the space between, and tomorrow he'll probably feel bad about being rude and try and cast his mind back enough to remember who the person was to apologise, but today he's just pulling oliver into a hug and grinning. ]
welcome
except he hears a familiar voice, and his head immediately snaps up. ]
Oli?
[ sorry to whoever it was that oliver was trying to engage in conversation with, but nick is immediately on his feet and crossing the room, pounding head be damned. he inserts himself in the space between, and tomorrow he'll probably feel bad about being rude and try and cast his mind back enough to remember who the person was to apologise, but today he's just pulling oliver into a hug and grinning. ]
The fuck did we take last night?