[ There. That's the sound he's missed. Joe smiles easily knowing he's done exactly what Nicky needed to breathe easier. They'll work the rest of it out on vacation. ]
Alright, alright. Hang on. [ Joe sits up, kisses him softly and then lies down on his side so that Nicky can get comfortable as the little spoon. ] Come here.
[Nicky sets the bottle of wine on the ground with the glasses, digging out the knife to put it on the bedside table before he settles back against Joe's arms, tangling their fingers together so that he can press them just over his heart.
This is good, this is perfect. It's much better than watching idiots eat cacti.]
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Alright, alright. Hang on. [ Joe sits up, kisses him softly and then lies down on his side so that Nicky can get comfortable as the little spoon. ] Come here.
[ He opens his arms to Nicky. ]
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This is good, this is perfect. It's much better than watching idiots eat cacti.]
We tell them at breakfast tomorrow?
[If they somehow don't already know.]
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Mmhm. Over breakfast.
[ He nuzzles against the back of Nicky's neck and squeezes his hand gently. He's asleep in seconds, comforted and safe with his love. ]