[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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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. ]