So my near and dear uncle passed away today and I am crying into a quart of ice cream. Is there absolutely any possible way you'd be able to write a little bit of Amaro fluff? Or maybe one of your brilliant writer followers could? Thanks bby xoxo
I hope this makes you feel even a little bit better i’m really sorry for what you’re going through <333
Nick could tell there was something wrong. He knew you so well by now; knew your movements and the way you did things. But your feet were dragging on the ground. You didn’t smile at Nick when he came home, like you usually did.
And he gave you your space, at first. Some people just need room for themselves. Room to breathe and steady themselves. You’ll talk when you’re ready; that’s what Nick has learned since working at SVU. But as the night dragged on, you were getting worse. Nick noticed your puffy eyes when you came back from the bathroom.
He couldn’t take it anymore. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Nick asked, scooting just a little closer, but not enough to touch you yet. He still wanted to give you space. “Did something happen today? Anything I can help with?”
You were silent for a few moments, and when you finally looked up to face Nick, his stomach dropped at the pitiful look in your eyes. So sad and lost and grief-stricken. And Nick didn’t have to pull you in for a hug, because you were already leaning in and wrapping your arms around his midsection.
And Nick mumbled out soft words of comfort when you started to cry.