( the thing is, he's not drinking right now. but the other thing is, now he has a bottle of liquor in his hand while he waits for oliver to finish with his clothes, and nick doesn't do so well with impulse control at the best of times. he unscrews and replaces the cap a few times in quick succession, fidgeting with the bottle before he ultimately just drops it on the bed. out of hand out of mind, or something like that. )
I mean, it is what it is right?
( he shrugs, casual as he leans against the bed frame. as close as he's getting to casual, anyway. despite all that, he's still managing to smile sort of stupidly, because even if oliver being here is kind of awful, oliver being with him very much isn't. )
No one else has shown up, really, just me, so it's been like-- Long. Yeah.
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I mean, it is what it is right?
( he shrugs, casual as he leans against the bed frame. as close as he's getting to casual, anyway. despite all that, he's still managing to smile sort of stupidly, because even if oliver being here is kind of awful, oliver being with him very much isn't. )
No one else has shown up, really, just me, so it's been like-- Long. Yeah.