Mikey stopped him in the middle of the hall, standing in front of him with his hand on Nick’s chest. “You telling me Paddy owed you a solid? Owed you two solids?”
A slow, crooked smile spread across Nick’s face. It was his only response.
“Jesus fucking Christ, you fucking fucker,” Mikey said affectionately, and he stepped aside so they could continue on to the elevator. Kelly punched the button. Mikey pulled Nick into a hug, squeezing him tightly. “You be careful out there, huh? You left Boston to save your fucking life and then spent every fucking day trying to die.”
“Watch your fucking mouth.” Nick patted him on the back of the head, and then they released each other. “You get in trouble, you know who to call.”
“Anybody but you.”
“That’s right,” Nick drawled, and stepped into the elevator with the others. Mikey stood there grinning, his hands in his suit pockets as the doors closed.
for those who made me laugh, smile, and cry. for those who’ve inspired me to write, be myself and create things. i love you guys. my role play experience wouldn’t be the same without you. thank you for everything <3