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[ Michael's hand squeezes his shoulder. Nick's a stoic person, despite how much he wears his heart on his sleeve. It's something Michael understands and identifies with, just like he identifies with setting up to be alone even when it's the last thing you want. He reaches to snag that bottle of tequila and pour them a couple more shots. ]

You know, he's not gone. I've done the coma thing a couple times, remember. He isn't aware of anything, but he'll wake up with a download of shit from home. He won't even remember worrying you like this.

It's gonna be okay.

Yeah, I know. It's kind of annoying, actually, I can't even be mad at him.

[ it's supposed to be a funny joke. nick even smirks like it's one, but he mostly just misses him. nick doesn't really remember how to spend his days without oliver, or what used to fill all that time. the next shot is as welcome as the first, and once he's done with this one, nick quickly holds out the glass, ready for another. ]

I wish I knew what was coming, for him. We were basically from the same time. Whatever happens next...I don't know. Pierce did, but he never told us.

[ Michael's quick to refill both glasses. He lifts his eyebrows, nodding. ]

I was further on than Alex for a while. Maria was further on than me. You always have that question about whether you want to know your own future. It isn't always what you want to hear, and we don't take our memories back with us, so it's not like having advance knowledge helps you prepare.

[ He drinks his shot, and offers the bottle again. ]

Could've helped you prepare here, maybe. You just have to take it as it comes, like in real life.

[ there's something about sitting with another person that makes swigging straight from a bottle feel less okay, which is probably for the best right now. it would be very easy to just sink into some wallowing, miserable spot right now, there's so many wounds that still feel barely healed. oli's absence is just the latest.

but michael is here so nick keeps swallowing from his glass instead, even if he's knocking them back quick enough that the drawn line is mostly symbolic. ]

I don't know. I think--I mean I probably don't want to know, right? We can't change anything, it probably doesn't help us. But I don't know if he did, we never talked about it. I don't know, it just...

[ he shrugs, sighs. pours again. ]

It sucks. I'm sick of the like, million ways this place can screw with us. It's not fair.

[ Michael's lips press together. He absolutely sympathizes. He knows it's not fair. When is it ever, in any world? But this place is worse than most. This place is geared to hurt them.. ]

It's not. It never will be, this place has a thousand and one ways to hurt us.

But Nick.

[ He puts his hand on his wrist. ]

Your friend's not gone. He will open his eyes again, he'll come back. And whatever that means for him, you'll deal with that, and you'll help him deal with it. Because being with someone you love is always better than not, even when it's hard. So you'll find the way through it for him. With him.

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