[ it would be very hard to stay miserable when literally flying, nick thinks, and he wants so badly to be cheered up. his grip around chris' neck quickly tightens when they leave the solid ground of the roof, and he laughs as he squeezes his eyes shut, briefly. ]
Not even a little bit.
[ he turns his head a little, so that he can peel an eye open and peek out at the ground below them. it's hardly enough to fix all of nick's problems, of course, but there's something about being this high in the air that makes it seem small enough for him to grin, wide and bright, for the first time in what feels like an age. ]
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Not even a little bit.
[ he turns his head a little, so that he can peel an eye open and peek out at the ground below them. it's hardly enough to fix all of nick's problems, of course, but there's something about being this high in the air that makes it seem small enough for him to grin, wide and bright, for the first time in what feels like an age. ]
Jesus, Chris, that's one hell of a band-aid.