"Relax." Nicolas said nothing else, instead he quietly sat by Spike's bedside, strumming the guitar for quite a while, even after Spike had fallen asleep. Finally he got up, put the guitar off to the side and left the house. Could have gone worse, this night. Could also have gone better, admittedly, but at least Spike hadn't cried.
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Date: 2016-01-27 08:58 pm (UTC)