Yeah. Friends, I mean. That's all. Just, you know, like- best friends.
[ nick knows he jumped in too quick, a knee jerk reaction that he can't stop from tumbling out, and then the rest of the sentence just sort of fumbles his way out. god knows there's every chance that cellar wasn't even implying anything at all.
it's easy enough to shut his mouth up with the bottle though, tipping his head back for a longer swig. it doesn't really help, but the bitter bite of alcohol in the back of his throat is a good distraction, and it's a better excuse for why he needs to cough and clear his throat than anything that nick could have come up with. ]
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[ nick knows he jumped in too quick, a knee jerk reaction that he can't stop from tumbling out, and then the rest of the sentence just sort of fumbles his way out. god knows there's every chance that cellar wasn't even implying anything at all.
it's easy enough to shut his mouth up with the bottle though, tipping his head back for a longer swig. it doesn't really help, but the bitter bite of alcohol in the back of his throat is a good distraction, and it's a better excuse for why he needs to cough and clear his throat than anything that nick could have come up with. ]
Since we were like ten, so...yeah.