PSL for devozione

[stillthrillsme]

Joe closes the door and locks it, hesitating for a second before he grabs a chair and jams it under the door handle. There. No-one is getting in for a while and it's just Nicolo and him, as it should be.

He leans against the wall, his shoulders slumping a little in exhaustion, and watches Nicky. Nicky, who still has blood on his face and unidentified goop in his hair. Nicky, whose shirt is torn by multiple bullet holes and whose eyes are still too wide, too sharp. Nicky, who was tortured for hours by a mad scientist after their own brother sold them out to a pharmaceutical company.

Joe can feel his anger ignite in the pit of his stomach again, rising up from his chest to his head like a searing wave, making his eyebrows furrow and his eyes go dark and flat. It's lucky for Booker that Andy forcibly separated them and took him in. Joe is not a man who delights in violence, but he thinks he would make an exception just this once.

Pushing away from the wall he steps closer, reaching out to rub at a spot of dried blood on Nicky's jaw. It doesn't budge. He stares at it helplessly, looking up to meet Nicky's eyes. "Shower?" he offers, quietly. 

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[devozione]

Joe may have just met his gaze, but Nicky has been watching him since the lab. He doesn't need the chair at the door, or the lean against the wall to read the other man's mood -- he knows Yusuf's form all too well by now. He never could have missed the tension of those strong shoulders, or the rigid set of that handsome jaw -- all signs that a storm is brewing. Nicky's own brows knit together, but he exhales a small sigh of relief once Joe comes into his reach.

"Shower," he agrees, equally quiet, but the slow move of his hand to reciprocate Joe's touch shows he's not exactly racing for the bathroom door.

They definitely need to shower. Nicky can still feel the stickiness of gore in his hair; the phantom ache of his wounds, but he hardly pays that any mind. Joe's anger is all but vibrating under his sky, and Nicky finds that much, much more important.

"Talk to me?" He bids gently, knowing things to be serious, if only because he has to ask.