he sits a little sideways, giving finney plenty of space, eyes on the ground instead of the bruises. “hey,” he offers, quiet but steady. not friendly in an over-the-top way— human. “i’m not gonna, like, interrogate you or anything. i just didn’t wanna pretend i didn’t see you"
nick hovers for a second before sitting, like he’s debating if this is a terrible idea. he doesn’t know the guy at all—just saw the fight, the way everyone suddenly treated him like he was radioactive. something about that hits a nerve.
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