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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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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?"

He nods.

"Okay. As long as...as you don't blame yourself either. Fair enough, no?"

He pulls Alex's chin up and kisses him, deep and slow and desperate.

Love you. I love you.

*Thom staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaares.

Slow indeed.

Eventually, he coughs.*

Nick doesn't notice, holding Alex carefully and kissing him, moving his lips down, across Alex's jaw.

May I, Alex?

He nods, tilting his head to the side.

You know the answer to that...

But I'll never stop asking. It's my way.

And carefully, he places his lips against Alex's throat and allow his fangs to slip in, making sure not to bite too deeply. He just needs a sip to reassure.

He holds up his wrist, hand next to it, offering without words.

*Thom watches, expressionless.

After a minute he pulls up a chair, sits down, and conjures a sketchpad and stick of charcoal.

Sario will be so proud.*

Alex doesn't notice Thom. (Are we surprised?) He does notice Nick's offer and nods wordlessly.