Nicky lets himself be guided into the bathroom. It's a close fit between the two men, but he has a feeling that's exactly what Joe wants. The touch at his hips has a sense of urgency; of a need for closeness that Nicky finds himself again reciprocating with hardly a thought.

His arms slide around Joe's neck, until he can twist his fingers into those beloved dark curls. The small smile that almost forms at Joe's affections turns sorrowful as Booker's crimes are laid out before him.

"I know," he says, mostly because what else can he say?

To point out Booker didn't fully consider the consequences; of what it could have meant for their future, does not excuse the man's actions, nor would it do much for Joe's temper. His Yusuf, is a passionate man, in love and in anger. At times like these, there's only one thing Nicky can do.

Leaning forward, he puts their foreheads together, half-lids his eyes, and exhales.

"We're both still here though."