[ the 'it's okay' that nick breathes out is so automatic it's almost unconscious, because of course it is. nick would forgive far, far worse behaviour from the people that love him than just 'lost touch with him', of course it's okay. and if it's not--well, he'd certainly never say.
it's nice here though, out in the quiet of the garden where nick can breathe in the air and feel the grass. it's nicer still with august's hand warm in his and the pressure of a cheek against his head. nick is all frenetic energy, constantly moving, doing, talking, something — he's never good at staying still, but right now he actually wants to. ]
You better, this place gives me the spins. [ nick turns so that he can wrap his other arm around august's middle, keeping the hug loose, but he presses his face into august's shoulder and smothers it there. he takes a deep breath in, and--it's good, he's good. ] Do you have a room?
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it's nice here though, out in the quiet of the garden where nick can breathe in the air and feel the grass. it's nicer still with august's hand warm in his and the pressure of a cheek against his head. nick is all frenetic energy, constantly moving, doing, talking, something — he's never good at staying still, but right now he actually wants to. ]
You better, this place gives me the spins. [ nick turns so that he can wrap his other arm around august's middle, keeping the hug loose, but he presses his face into august's shoulder and smothers it there. he takes a deep breath in, and--it's good, he's good. ] Do you have a room?