Good thinking.

[Nick hadn't considered that idea but it appeals as he lets his gaze drift over what Hancock's selected. Nick settles in the seat that his jacket it draped over and stares up at the towering ghoul in the dappled, sparkling light. Nick looks like he's content enough to prop his head on his arms and just stare up at him, but he maintains some dignity and settles his skeletal hand on the table.

Despite his suggestion that they hash it out now, Hancock doesn't seem to be in any rush to start. Nick can't say he blames him, it's not like the concept of marraige and his zeal for freedom mesh really well. But Nick can guess a few of what Hancock might consider hangups. If he is wary of starting, Nick is more than happy to.]

You know, I'm not trying to be a ball and chain. [Nick starts quietly, leaning in as he says it.] Don't much care if you have flings, so long as I'm the return destination.

I just want something...real. Something tangible. As a reminder that I've got you and you've got me, come Hell or high water.