Nikolai, of course, didn’t mind carrying the coffees and probably would’ve picked them up without a second thought or a request. As it was, he murmured his assent and grabbed the cups, waiting for her to exit the kitchen first, after which he followed closely behind. Once she took a seat on the couch, he sat down next to her, putting his cup on the coffee table and holding onto hers until she motioned for it. He placed the coffee cup gently in her hands, nudging the handle against her fingertips, so she had the option to grasp it that way. The cup wasn’t terribly hot but it wasn’t necessarily the most comfortable to hold by its base either.
Just a tough week. For the obvious reasons. Slipping into telepathic communication felt natural, relaxing even, as if his mind was the better speaker than his mouth.
As he settled further back into the couch, a sigh escaped his mouth and his eyes slid shut. Really, the obvious reasons were what weighed most heavily on his mind right now. His mind buzzed with all manner of nefarious plots and deep cover agents, however unlikely it seemed that Bianca was a part of an vast Syndicate scheme. Worst case scenario, his brain always went there first. The tendency had saved his life numerous times in the field, but it also left him with tension headaches and conspiracy theories, if he wasn’t careful.
But… He hesitated. Well, she’d figure it out sooner or later. Might as well talk it out with her rather than just wait for her to find out. She lived right across the hall, so it wasn’t a stretch to think she’d know as soon as it happened. I agreed to meet Asher for dinner Tuesday night. I’m not sure if I’m ready for that. Emily had earned his trust, the sort of trust that few people ever gained from him. This level of honesty from Nikolai would likely shock most people down to their core; he suspected that the majority didn’t even believe him capable of such open communication.