August 1st, 2018


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[info]ialwayswill
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Who: Nick and Anye
When: After midnight
Where: streets of New York

It had been a weird and tiring day on very little sleep, and Anye was sad, though she hid it well. It was the sort of thing she had a lot of practice at. She'd been a deeply sensitive child and hopelessly awkward teenager, and as a means of survival she'd eventually learned to perfect the art of faking it. It was something she'd gotten even better at since joining the Agency, not just because there were more and more emotions on a daily basis she needed to hide from Nick. None of them good.

She'd swung by his place and they'd gone out for tacos, and after eating as slowly as possible Anye had found excuse after excuse to keep them out a little longer. She still felt a little bit like she'd had to pull teeth to get him to see her tonight, which left her with a sadness deep in the pit of her stomach she couldn't shake, but her sadness didn't matter. Keeping him out and away from the den mattered. Keeping him talking mattered. Giving him every possible opportunity to just come clean and let them deal with this mess mattered. Not that her hopes were particularly high on that last one.

Her latest distraction had been an ice cream parlor, which, in all honesty, was more than just a bit out of the way. But she had argued that you basically had to have ice cream on your birthday, and it was good ice cream and open late. She took a deep breath as they stepped out of the ice cream shop and into the warm night air, and looked up at Nick. "So what now?" she asked. She was out of ideas, at least, any ideas that wouldn't be totally out of character for her. If she suggested they go grab a drink at the bar he'd probably think she was dying.