(It doesn't occur to Nicky that Joe might have been from a slightly different point in their story. Nicky had the luxury of the last thing he remembered was sharing drinks with everyone at the bar while they decided what to do with Booker's betrayal. In that six month period follow, he had more than made it up to Joe about that cold, sterile distance forced between them in the lab.
Even if they were from different points, it didn't matter. They had still been split up in this strange place and Nicky didn't like that whatsoever. This was the man he'd chase into Hell if he had to. He loathed the idea of any force in the universe being capable of splitting them apart.
Nicky was leaning back, examining Joe. His thumbs stroked over the smooth skin of Joe's neck, feeling for any healing abrasions.)
I am fine. (Physically, in any case. He kisses Joe again, and this time less for comfort and more because he needed to. Wanted to. Another kiss for good luck and then Nicky finally backs off, glancing around them.)
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Even if they were from different points, it didn't matter. They had still been split up in this strange place and Nicky didn't like that whatsoever. This was the man he'd chase into Hell if he had to. He loathed the idea of any force in the universe being capable of splitting them apart.
Nicky was leaning back, examining Joe. His thumbs stroked over the smooth skin of Joe's neck, feeling for any healing abrasions.)
I am fine. (Physically, in any case. He kisses Joe again, and this time less for comfort and more because he needed to. Wanted to. Another kiss for good luck and then Nicky finally backs off, glancing around them.)
Do you think the others are near?