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[ that about tracks with everything nick knew of william, before he realised it was intentional and not just city shit being pulled on the both of them. it makes his stomach turn even thinking about it, but he asks anyway. ]

Tell me what he did.

[meca]

I don't think it really matters, and I don't think you really want to hear about it anyway.

( tipping his head up to brush his lips against nick's nose gently. it's not going to help nick any if they talk about past experiences with him, just like it won't do shit for oliver if he asks nick what william did to him aside from give him more ideas of crap to do to william himself. so. )

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I don't know. I think my imagination can run a little too wild.

[ his mind immediately goes to the nasty brand still sitting low on his own back, the way that only he and william can see it, the way it won't heal no matter what nick tries.

but instead of asking more questions, nick just tilts his head again and kisses oliver. not a soft little brush like all the others, this is hard and a little desperate, and comes with nick mumbling straight into oliver's mouth. ]

I missed you, so much.

[meca]

( this is fine. oliver leans into the kiss with a soft pleased noise, tipping his head in so he can press his tongue into nick's mouth, pulls back to nip softly at his lips before he's--using his leg to push at nick's hips to try and roll him over onto his back. )

I'm here now.