Patrick entered the small guest room, making a beeline for his friend. "Nicholas," he said, his voice full of anguish. He was skin and bones, like he had been after his time with the Antichrist. He hated seeing Nicholas like this.
"Pat," Nicholas mumbled, summoning up a small smile for his friend. He looked much more blissful all of a sudden and JJ looked sideways at the saint, noticing he was glowing faintly.