[It's lucky that Hancock's ghoul half pulls him up, Nick wouldn't have been capable of sitting upright without a hand. Then again, he'd have been pretty alright with just kneeling on the carpet and using the human half's thigh as a pillow. Being pulled into a warm embrace is, by far and away, the superior option though, so Nick's not going to start grousing about being manhandled. When the slighter Hancock slides into Nick's lap, Nick's arms come around him as well and he draws him close, tucking his tawny hair and the crown of his head under his chin.
The silence is nice, the only sounds that interrupt it are the background hum of the air conditioning and the ragged breathing of everyone involved as they hold each other. Nick feels absolutely boneless--more than--perhaps even de-boned? All of him aches enough that he could have had a few bones torn out and not noticed. But he's warm and, more than anything, happy as he plays middle spoon to his fiancee's halves.
It's Hancock that talks first which is pretty par for the course, and his raw, satiated voice is like music for Nick. He's huffing a dry chuckle as Hancock declares his love with about as much cursing as you can fit into that short statement. One of Nick's hands cards lazily through Blondie's hair and settles against the back of his neck.]
Good, cause I plan on stickin' around a while.
[Idly, Nick shifts his head so that his cheek is against that gold hair and he presses a kiss into the top of Blondie's head.]
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The silence is nice, the only sounds that interrupt it are the background hum of the air conditioning and the ragged breathing of everyone involved as they hold each other. Nick feels absolutely boneless--more than--perhaps even de-boned? All of him aches enough that he could have had a few bones torn out and not noticed. But he's warm and, more than anything, happy as he plays middle spoon to his fiancee's halves.
It's Hancock that talks first which is pretty par for the course, and his raw, satiated voice is like music for Nick. He's huffing a dry chuckle as Hancock declares his love with about as much cursing as you can fit into that short statement. One of Nick's hands cards lazily through Blondie's hair and settles against the back of his neck.]
Good, cause I plan on stickin' around a while.
[Idly, Nick shifts his head so that his cheek is against that gold hair and he presses a kiss into the top of Blondie's head.]
I love you too--two--three? You. All of you.