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Pre-Milliways

The man entering Milliways might be familiar to some of you.

Possibly.

Anyone know Nick Knight?

Yeah. Except bloody, with a knife in his teeth.

Whoops?

Simon Grady is not Nick, but only he knows that, right now.

~~Aheheheh.~~

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"Yeah. I'm okay. I just... can we go upstairs, Nick? Please?"

*Thom, having just come down the stairs, sees nothing about barging in on this conversation.* Hello, Alex.

Alex looks up, startled.

"Thom. Hey."

He smiles.

"Hello, Thom."

A flash of red eyes.

"How are you doing today?"

Mmm . . .

*He stretches, a hint of catlike expression picked up from, well, Alex.* I'm doing well.

You?

He grins.

"I'm well enough. My sister came here. I haven't seen her for nearly 800 years."

He sighs.

"Then someone came here and threatened Alex and he looked like me and I didn't like him much and I told him to leave and nearly tore his head off."

He looks a little sheepish, as if he hadn't meant to say all that.

*Thom looks at Alex critically, brushing a stray lock of hair into place.* At least Alex here has his head on straight.

A soft laugh.

"Two days out of five, maybe..."

Nick looks to Alex, eyes flashing red again.

"You're doing better than that, surely. I've seen you."

"Lately, yeah... sorry. I'm just a bit... shaken, is all. I'll be okay."

*arches an eyebrow, quizzical* Shaken?

"People who look like Nick threatening me with a knife tend to do that."

I suppose I can see that . . .

*He shrugs.*

He turns to Thom, eyes fully red, expression the same.

"I didn't like it much. He seemed to think that he could hurt Alex. No one threatens Alex."

*raises his eyebrows* Really.

That's news to me. Alex can't take care of himself anymore, huh?

"He can, but I'd much rather step in when he is unarmed, the man threatening him is not, and the other man has almost fifty pounds on him. Besides..."

He smiles sunnily.

"I wanted to hurt him. He threatened Alex with my face. I didn't like that."

"I'm fine, Nick. I overreacted. It's... not been the best day. I was already on edge because of the nightmare."

*glances sharply at Alex* Nightmare?

He shrugs, drawing one knee up and wrapping his arms around it.

"Bad dream. It's not important."

He nods at Thom, looking mildly displeased.

"Yes. He was upset and then Nick fed him and then we met my sister. It's been something of a whirlwind night."

He leans over to Alex and kisses him at the end of the nose.

"Alex?" he stares into Alex's eyes with red, "Put me away please. Nick would help more."

He blinks, and his eyes widen.

"Oh, fuck."

He pulls up his other leg, hugging his knees to his chest.

"Go away, please. I want Nick back."

And the posture changes, the lines different. It's a subtle difference, but present the second it's made. That was not Nick.

His arms are around Alex a moment later, pushing the legs down and clinging to him.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!"

"Nick, I don't - I don't understand, he said I was the switch but I didn't call him, I swear I didn't call him--"

He almost cries as well.

"Distress, Alex. You were upset and you called through the blood and..."

He curls aruond Alex.

"It's not your fault. It's me. It's always always me."

"Stop it. Stop it, Nick, it's not anyone's fault, except maybe Simon, it's sure as hells not yours. I love you. Always you. Forever and always, remember?"