[ nicky makes a noise that could have become joe's name, yusuf, echoed from his earlier message, but it never gets that far, his mind distracted from actually forming the word by joe being there, crashing into him and wrapping him up, his hair barely longer than nicky's own. nicky will be disappointed later at the loss of the curls, although they'll grow back, but right now, there is no room for disappointment.
right now, there is only bone-deep relief and joy and joe.
(it is his worst fear, his worst nightmare: to be separated. even captivity and torture do not rank as high as long as they are together.
but he had woken up and joe had not been there. joe must have woken up without nicky, too, and that is it's own horror.)
nicky makes a noise that is not quite joe's name and sinks into joe's arm, pressing his nose against joe's neck and breathing deep, arms coming up to hold, tight and unyielding. ]
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right now, there is only bone-deep relief and joy and joe.
(it is his worst fear, his worst nightmare: to be separated. even captivity and torture do not rank as high as long as they are together.
but he had woken up and joe had not been there. joe must have woken up without nicky, too, and that is it's own horror.)
nicky makes a noise that is not quite joe's name and sinks into joe's arm, pressing his nose against joe's neck and breathing deep, arms coming up to hold, tight and unyielding. ]