Re: The Jaded/The Disaffected
Had left Miles and was wandering through the train, sipping on his drink. Wishing it would start up again. But wish in one hand and shit in the other and three guesses - first two don't count - as to which piled up first. Miles had given him plenty to think on. Man with blood on his shoes. Nicky was no stranger to blood. Part and parcel, that. Though given a preference, it was not. Wondered if maybe he'd had something to do with the disappearances. Kind of cared, kind of didn't. Maybe point him out to whoever was searching the train, let them sort it out. Whatever.
He coughed, a single breath, pushed out harshly. Quiet, almost contemptuous. Leaned against the jamb of the door, watching, and yes he could do that flat stare thing as well as anyone. Good for both of them. Still, but racing around a little inside. Hadn't meant to drag out the past and hold it up like a sign, declaring that he was fucking damaged to the world. Hadn't meant to think about Will, even though he could almost feel the distance closing between the two of them. Or had, until the train had stopped. They kept a whole country between them these days. Strings tying their hearts together, stretched tight. But growing slack as they'd neared their destination. They'd never be rid of each other completely, Nicky knew that as sure as anything else.
Thoughts of Will had made him want to fuck or fight. He'd been looking for one. Might have found the other. That was all right. "Just bought the shirt." Tone dripping with bullshit. Seen them in concert three times. Saying so would make him sound like a try-hard. "You come here often?" Like it was a pick-up line. "Or you the kind who commits federal crimes anywhere?"