( when nick laughs this time it's wetter, but at least there's some humour in the sound. it is funny, there's always something stupid and funny that he can drag out of a situation and tap into so that he doesn't have to acknowledge just how awful some of them are.
sometimes that's not very effective. sometimes, like now, a very nearly perfect approximation of one of your oldest friends wraps you in a hug that winds you a little, and you can't quite muster a laugh, so instead you cry.
nick doesn't really bother to hide it, just wraps his arms around tris' waist and clings like his life depends on it, hiccuping silently against his chest. nick's only really shaking in his shoulders a little, if his voice didn't waver as he spoke, nick might get away with hiding the tears even without trying. )
It's...Jesus, almost five months.
( he hadn't realised, not before he said it out loud, and nick frowns into tristan's chest at the thought. almost half a year here, already. )
Listen, it sucks, but I know like...people who can help you. You need someone to give you a permission slip to buy shit, I'll sort that out. Um, it's really weird but if you wear a collar the guards leave you alone a little bit.
( there is, after all, a reason nick is never seen in public without one now. )
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( when nick laughs this time it's wetter, but at least there's some humour in the sound. it is funny, there's always something stupid and funny that he can drag out of a situation and tap into so that he doesn't have to acknowledge just how awful some of them are.
sometimes that's not very effective. sometimes, like now, a very nearly perfect approximation of one of your oldest friends wraps you in a hug that winds you a little, and you can't quite muster a laugh, so instead you cry.
nick doesn't really bother to hide it, just wraps his arms around tris' waist and clings like his life depends on it, hiccuping silently against his chest. nick's only really shaking in his shoulders a little, if his voice didn't waver as he spoke, nick might get away with hiding the tears even without trying. )
It's...Jesus, almost five months.
( he hadn't realised, not before he said it out loud, and nick frowns into tristan's chest at the thought. almost half a year here, already. )
Listen, it sucks, but I know like...people who can help you. You need someone to give you a permission slip to buy shit, I'll sort that out. Um, it's really weird but if you wear a collar the guards leave you alone a little bit.
( there is, after all, a reason nick is never seen in public without one now. )