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[behavioural]

I missed you too.

( he doesn't want to get into detail about how they all sort of fell apart after graduation, especially when he can only make conjectures about some of them. there are still a lot of blank spaces to be filled during those five years.

he places his hand over nick's outstretched one, slightly more settled by the gesture. )

We've both changed, Nick. By things outside of our control. And things that we aren't exactly proud of. But if you can still love me after what I just told you, then what makes you think you don't deserve at least that much?

( he didn't tell him what he did because he wanted compassion or reassurance. there is a prevalent point to be made here, one that he hopes nick doesn't miss. )

[extent]

[ he's already fairly determined not to cry on pierce's stupid couch again, but pierce brings his point home like that and nick sort of--wilts. his face cracks, but it only lasts for a moment before nick is pulling it back with a slow and measured exhale.

he latches onto pierce's hand though, grip a little too tight as his fingers close around the other's hand. ]

I don't know. I just... [ there's an end to that sentence coming, but nick trails off like there isn't. he shrugs, expression tight, an he's so determined not to fall apart here again, but it's hard. it's hard when he's thinking about these nasty, unpleasant parts of himself that he shines lights away from, as much as he can. ]

I don't deserve it. I don't know if there's anything left to love.