"What?" Well, this night was taking a weird turn. Oh, wait, no, second language and all that. Spike snorted in amusement and laughed quietly, giving Nicolas an amused look. "You have no idea how that sounded but yeah, fine, I need to sleep this off. You can come pack tomorrow instead." He would have to get it all done by then, he was sure he could bug Nicolas into doing it with him. It saved him a lot of effort and it also gave him chance to pre-pack personal items.
They moved up the stairs and finally into Spike's bedroom. His room was very plain still, he hadn't really decorated, the only sign that he lived here was that his stuff was all over the floor and his guitar was on the bed. He gently moved the instrument out of the way and kicked off his docs before he flopped on the bed, still fully clothed. "Cheers for the help tonight, means a lot that you didn't just leave me to die."
"Oh. Yes, no, that's not what I meant to say." Nicolas blushing was something that happened about once in a blue moon and even now he made sure not to draw attention to it, clearing his throat and walking up the stairs. He watched as Spike spread out on his bed, arching his eyebrows. "You're welcome. Letting people die isn't in the job description."
Nicolas sat down on the ground and reached for the guitar, starting to quietly strum the chords. He played a short tune, focused on his fingers. "I can wait until you've fallen asleep, if you want." Just in case shock might finally kick in.
"What? Oh yeah, if you fancy it," Spike found that as soon as he'd hit the bed, all his energy left his body and all it wanted to do was rest. He closed his eyes and yawned, unable to believe he had the prime chance to be with Nicolas and instead of taking that chance, he was dozing off. God, maybe it was shock? He was so exhausted now, he could barely stay awake. "I don't think it'll take long, my brain is shutting down."
"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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They moved up the stairs and finally into Spike's bedroom. His room was very plain still, he hadn't really decorated, the only sign that he lived here was that his stuff was all over the floor and his guitar was on the bed. He gently moved the instrument out of the way and kicked off his docs before he flopped on the bed, still fully clothed. "Cheers for the help tonight, means a lot that you didn't just leave me to die."
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Nicolas sat down on the ground and reached for the guitar, starting to quietly strum the chords. He played a short tune, focused on his fingers. "I can wait until you've fallen asleep, if you want." Just in case shock might finally kick in.
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