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[unfriendlygreen]

i won't take long.

[ check-in on magnus and make sure no shadowhunters are getting themselves killed and then he can go to nick. ]

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i'll be at home

i love you

[unfriendlygreen]

I love you too.

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dont die

[unfriendlygreen]

I won't do anything stupid, I promise.

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i'm serious i'll be so pissed at you i dont even care if its not your fault i'll still be mad at you

[unfriendlygreen]

you'd be right to be angry, i promise i won't do anything stupid.

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good
okay
do you want food? i'm going to make food

[unfriendlygreen]

i'd love some food. assuming i can talk him into it, could i bring magnus too?

[ he doesn't think magnus will agree, but it'd be nice to put all of his people under the same roof. ]

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yeah
tell him we've got like 8000 spare rooms

[unfriendlygreen]

Thank you, Nick.

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its like
literally the least i can do

[unfriendlygreen]

we can unpack that later.

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i dont think we have to

[unfriendlygreen]

all right

[ look, he's just going to go make sure no one's planning anything stupid in the immediate future and then he's portaling directly into kyle's home. he wants to be with nick :( ]

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( nick is cooking, which is to say he's standing in the kitchen without actually doing much of anything at all. his head turns, when he hears ragnor arrive, but he doesn't actually move. he just stays hands resting on the counter and leaning his weight heavily into it, frowning at the entrance instead of the items scattered in front of him. )

In here.

[unfriendlygreen]

[ ragnor walks straight up to him, not rushing but also not stopping until he's pulling nick into a hug. ]

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You're going to make me cry.

( which sounds like a protest, maybe, but nick is already hugging ragnor back. tight enough that he's not getting away any time soon, face pressed into his chest in case he decides to make good on that threat. )

[unfriendlygreen]

You should.

[ ragnor hugs him very tightly, and rubs his back. he's a solid presence, steady. ]

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Not now.

( it's easy enough to latch onto ragnor, squeeze his eyes shut and get out a few very careful, measured breaths. he's sober, again, and even less happy bout that fact this time around, but there's a different kind of weight to it this time. there's too much else going on. )

Maybe, like, tomorrow.

[unfriendlygreen]

Whenever you want to.

[ ragnor kisses the top of nick's head and pointedly doesn't let go in the least. ]

You were cooking?

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I was.

( the start of an effort was made, a few ingredients scattered on the counter, a pan on the stove top, but he'd given up fairly quickly into the task. nick's head twists a little, enough that he can look at the kitchen rather than just burying his face in ragnor's chest, but he doesn't make an effort to move. )

I don't know, I'm not feeling... ( he shrugs, helpfully, in lieu of finishing the sentence. ) Are you hungry?

[unfriendlygreen]

Not at all, but I should eat.

[ so should nick, probably. ]

What were you making? I'll handle it.

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Stir fry. I didn't cook it all yesterday, Michael was all like--you know only hipsters eat tofu.

( it was funnier last night, with nick's mock indignance and michael's exaggerated eye rolls. now it just makes his stomach twist unpleasantly, and he doesn't quite try to wriggle free of ragnor but he squirms like he's thinking about it. )

I don't want anything. You can--help yourself to anything, I need a smoke or something.

[unfriendlygreen]

[ with a wave of his hand everything starts putting itself neatly away, and water starts heating, for tea. ]

I roll my own cigarettes on occasion.

[ or he used to, anyway, he's only ever smoked pot with nick. ]