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its complicated okay?

you keep saying it's complicated but it honestly isn't that complicated nick

all you had to do was stay the fuck away from him

look
if youre going to hate me and stop talking to me too can you just tell me so we dont have to have the fight first

don't be so fuckin overdramatic
just bc i'm pissed off at you rn doesn't mean i hate you
do you srsly think i would waste my fuckin time arguing with you if i hated you?

( it's like you don't know him at all nick )

i dont want to fight

i did what i had to do, you dont agree
thats the whole argument and no matter how many times you call me stupid or i say i knew what i was doing it's just going to keep going round those two points

( there is no way he can keep having this conversation over text because he's going to lose his fuckin' mind. )

I think you're kind of missing the point here. I don't want to fight with you, Nick.

But whether you believed your actions were right or justified or somehow not as insanely harmful as they were, what you did not only affected you but Oli as well. Actions fuckin' have consequences and, when you're handling a sensitive situation that involves more than one person, you don't go gallivanting off to do whatever you think is right at the time.

Or else I would have fuckin' kicked down the door of that fuckin' shitstain of an excuse and bashed his face into every single piece of furniture in his crappy ass apartment the moment I found out what he's been doing to you and Oli.

( he releases a frustrated breath. )

Do you really not know why I'm fuckin' mad at you? We've been friends since we were kids, mate. Like do I have to fuckin' spell it out for you?

[ he seriously considers not answering. nick is so tired, and he's already played out exactly how he thinks this will go--so maybe it's just self-torment that sees him picking up anyway.

it would be better if pierce was yelling at him, he thinks. he knows how to respond to anger. this is just...messy, and he's already scraped so thin. ]

It was working until someone decided to tell him.

[ which is not the lesson that nick should have taken away from this whole situation, but--for better or worse, it's true, and it's kind of hard to ignore that. ]

Why are you mad? Is it...because I lied, or because you think I'm stupid, or because— just tell me.

( he... really isn't getting the point, is he? )

I'm mad because I fuckin' care about you, moron. You're doing stupid shit that's putting you in harm's way. Do you think that I would just be okay with it? That Oli or Ken would be? Seriously, Nick. Use your fuckin' brain sometimes.

You weren't supposed to find out.

[ which is also hugely missing the point, but some petulant part of nick desperately wants to make the point somewhere. if the information hadn't spread, if oli hadn't found out, if the only one still suffering was nick--

--well. maybe he understands why people aren't just okay with letting this happen, but that doesn't mean he feels any less right. ]

God, Pierce, what does it even matter? So I let him fuck me a few times so he wouldn't go sniffing after Oli as much, so what? It's hardly anything new. You know I've fucked like half the city, right?

( is he doing this on purpose? he's doing this on purpose, isn't he? )

Let's put this into perspective. ( he can't believe that he has to be the rational adult here. ) Since you think what you did is okay, then does that mean you wouldn't get pissed if William abused Oli or Ken and they decided to continue sleeping with him "a few times" to get him off your back? That would be okay and it wouldn't matter as long as you didn't find out, right?

But it didn't.

[ nick has blown right past wanting anyone to understand his thinking, he doesn't expect to convince anyone that he's in the right--but for some reason he still argues anyway, a little desperation straining his voice. ]

It's not them, that's the point. It's just me, and Oli was supposed to stay the fuck away once he got out and it would have been fine. It's not them.

( he doesn't say anything for a long moment. when he speaks again, his voice has soften considerably. )

Yea. But that's the thing, Nick. You are part of the them for us.

You might think it's fine as long as you're the one getting hurt, but it isn't, mate. Just like how you wouldn't be fine if it was either Oli or Ken. That's the position you're putting us in right now. Is that the kind of precedence you want to set? Because if you insist that what you've done is acceptable and that none of us should get angry over it, then that means none of us should get angry if one of us end up in the same position as you are right now in the future. I'm not fine with that. Are you?

It's different. You don't get it, it is. It's not the same at all.

[ but he can't explain how it's different, because he can't put it into words. nick doesn't know how to lay out all the reasons why nick makes for acceptable collateral damage in a way that none of the rest of them do. he just hasn't thought about it laid out so clearly as this, is the thing. that is was okay because it was nick.

it's not a nice realisation. it's not one he's willing to linger on, either. his breath catches in his throat, but nick clears his throat, moves on. ]

Pierce, it was working.

( where the fuck has your self-worth gone, nicholas? )

At your expense, Nick. Do you want me to praise you for distracting that fuckin' dipshit with your ass? Do you want me to be happy about it? Like what kind of person do you fuckin' think I am, mate?

( don't get heated again. this is not the time, strickland. )

Explain to me how it isn't the same.

I don't want you to be happy I just want you to--to realise I had a reason. I wasn't just...fucking around, getting myself into shit for nothing. I had a reason, a good one.

[ he almost hangs up. nick really, seriously considers just hanging up because it's preferable to trying to untangle his own chaotic thoughts on any of this. because the thought of trying to actually explain the logic behind that statement makes him feel a little like he's choking. but oli hasn't spoken to him in days, and nick isn't sure that he can lose anyone else. ]

I was here for a year before you guys showed up. A lot happened. So--no. It's not the same.

There is a difference between having a good reason and having one that's actually worth it. Your reason was not worth it.

( he figured that it has something to do with this fuckin' city and its fuckin' people. )

Try again, Nick. Just because you were here longer doesn't make it more alright for you to treat yourself like crap compared to the rest of us.

But I know how to handle this.

[ 'this' being a very loose, vague term on purpose. nick hates putting words to anything that has happened to him, almost as much as he hates talking about it in the first place. he just--doesn't, not even with the therapist he pays for the sole purpose of talking. ]

A year. I'm already...it doesn't hurt, I know how to deal. I figured it out, and they haven't had to, and I can't— I don't want them to learn how to figure it out.

Handle what? Being fuckin' abused and taken advantaged of? You learned how to cope with it, but it doesn't make it alright for you to keep experiencing it, mate. That isn't justification for putting yourself through the fuckin' wringer when you don't deserve it.

( he takes a steadying breath. )

We're already here, Nick. You can't shield them by keeping them in the dark and taking matters into your own hands. The only way we can protect ourselves is if we stick together like we've always done. ( he feels sick to his stomach saying that like he has any fuckin' right to. the sheer hypocrisy of his own inaction isn't lost to him. ) We don't keep shit from each other and we don't deal with shit on our own.

[...]

At least that's how it should be. How it was.

[ nick already cried in front of pierce, he can't do it again -- but it's awful hard, with a topic like this. nick swallows, exhales shakily, tries to pull some semblance of composure together. ]

I don't know how to talk, Pierce. I don't. It's bad enough that Oli already dug up one video, that you guys know about-- [ william. the name leaves a bad taste in his mouth, one he doesn't finish saying. ]

I'm not, like.....that person. I don't think I'm the person you guys known any more.

These things aren't meant to be easy to talk about. But if you can't even confide in us, then who else is left for you to rely on? You can't keep that shit to yourself forever, Nick. It's just going to eat away inside of you until there's nothing left.

( there is a slight scoff as that last line hits too closely to home. he exhales softly. )

Hey. Nicky. Can you come over here? I don't want to do this over the phone.

[ the problem is not talking to anyone, for days and weeks and months and years, and the problem is how easily lies come, and the problem is the very real fear that there is nothing left to be eaten away at. the more real fear that pierce will see that if he opens up too much, that any of them will see that.

but he's tired, and he hurts, so nick just--sighs, and shrugs even if pierce can't see it. ]

Where are you?

In my apartment. I don't have many places to go these days.

( nowhere he feels like going. not when he isn't looking for a fight anyway. )

[ hanging up feels satisfying, even if it doesn't mean much with how nick opens up a portal moments later. he's only a little hesitant as he steps through, careful and quiet, teeth dug into the inside of his cheek as he casts around.

he looks--not great, honestly. tired, distinctly sober, a kind of washed out misery that he can't really shake. when he talks, he sounds about the same, too. ]

I don't know when it got this bad. I didn't--I wasn't like this back home, I know I wasn't.

( pierce doesn't look much better than nick, but it's much more of a physical state than it is emotional. most of it has been hidden away under his clothes though — a zipped up black hoodie and grey sweatpants. they cling onto him, mostly forgotten. )

You've been in this fuckin' place for a year. Give yourself a break. ( he looks over at him from his lounge on the couch, but he soon sits upright. ) It's been five years for me. Do you think I'm the same person I was in BCR? ( he pats the space next to him. )

Our environment changes us just as much as our experiences. ( hands tucked away in the front pockets of his jacket, he reclines back against the arm of the couch. ) Sometimes for the better, sometimes not.

It's been a really shitty year.

[ nick folds up into the space next to pierce, thighs tucked up against his chest and held there with arms wound tight around his legs. he's always been on the skinny side of slim, but these days it's veering right into scrawny. his chin sits on top of his knee and he looks out at the apartment in front of them, not at pierce.

he knows exactly what his clothes cover up, nick knew the moment he sat down, can practically feel the damaged cells, but he doesn't say anything about it yet. ]

Those five years. It's bad, right? You don't have to tell me what happens.

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