Joe's eyes fall half shut when Nicky's fingers slip through his curly hair, like a cat pleased to be petted despite himself. The line of his shoulders doesn't relax though, his grip still tight on Nicky's hip, not bruising but holding him very close.
He searches Nicky's eyes, finding understanding there and no small amount of disappointment at what Booker did. He nods, leaning into the touch of Nicky's forehead against his, allowing himself to close his eyes and enjoy the calming effect Nicky's affection always has on him.
"No thanks to him," Joe grumbles, keeping their foreheads together even as he looks down, pulling Nicky's T-shirt from his trousers and tugging it up so he can remove it. "Nile did that. Booker hadn't planned for her." That's a dangerous thought to follow, so Joe tries to focus on something positive instead. "I like her, she's a good kid."
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Date: 2021-04-08 07:08 pm (UTC)He searches Nicky's eyes, finding understanding there and no small amount of disappointment at what Booker did. He nods, leaning into the touch of Nicky's forehead against his, allowing himself to close his eyes and enjoy the calming effect Nicky's affection always has on him.
"No thanks to him," Joe grumbles, keeping their foreheads together even as he looks down, pulling Nicky's T-shirt from his trousers and tugging it up so he can remove it. "Nile did that. Booker hadn't planned for her." That's a dangerous thought to follow, so Joe tries to focus on something positive instead. "I like her, she's a good kid."