[Nic is a subject matter that neither of them can avoid entirely, even if every mention of him makes Worick remember the last time he'd seen his partner, passed out on one of the clinic beds, sleeping off his latest overdose. He'd been careful to store Nic and Alex and the rest of their 'friends' in a special corner of his mind, one to be ignored at all costs, when he'd decided to join Corsica. But now, here, he can't not think about certain things.

Twenty-two years living in someone's pocket will make their sudden disappearance from your life very noticeable.]

Meat sauce...[He repeats with a bit of deadpan in his voice. Yes, he's learned all about the bugs and is choosing to ignore it. Please let him live with this delusion.] That sounds good, Ally. Maybe we should go shopping after we finish here?

[Ah. Multi-tasking as its finest. Worick has always been a fan of multi-tasking.]

You'll make one so good he'll weep over having missed out on it.