[Nick leans one shoulder against the wall, glancing down at his MID when Andyr covers his face. Should he contact that guy? He could probably handle this better than Nick, but he holds off for now and instead readies himself during those tense moments, just in case Andyr does bolt off. But he seems a little more in control of himself by the time his hands drop.]
Maybe someone who showers with the door closed. What a concept.
[One of his brows jumps in amusement. He responds to that first, because he's still going over that surprising promise in his head. Would he trust Andyr to keep Cassie safe? A guy who talks about murder on the first date and showed up wearing someone else's insides?
Hell yeah. That's exactly the kind of guy that Nick wants looking out for her.]
Thanks.
[Nick looks at him, and it's not a Moment, but it might be as close as they get. He pushes away from the wall, nodding his head back in the direction that they came. Nick starts to turn away before he suddenly looks back at him, expression crunched up and confused.]
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Maybe someone who showers with the door closed. What a concept.
[One of his brows jumps in amusement. He responds to that first, because he's still going over that surprising promise in his head. Would he trust Andyr to keep Cassie safe? A guy who talks about murder on the first date and showed up wearing someone else's insides?
Hell yeah. That's exactly the kind of guy that Nick wants looking out for her.]
Thanks.
[Nick looks at him, and it's not a Moment, but it might be as close as they get. He pushes away from the wall, nodding his head back in the direction that they came. Nick starts to turn away before he suddenly looks back at him, expression crunched up and confused.]
Did you mumble something about fish?