you've got to carry your heart like a torch in the night.

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un: justnick

"It's Nick. You know what to do."

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[they’re both hurting - maybe duke wasn’t as close to those who were executed, but it’s still a jarring, awful thing to witness, a not-so-subtle warning to obey, or else. and if it drags up memories of duke’s more recent losses? nick is, without question, willing to offer support in the same vein as what duke’s already given her. that’s what friends do - they support each other.]

That reminds me of this Radiohead song - d’you know it? I’m on a roll, I’m on a roll, this time ... I feel my luck could change ...

[the words she sings are quiet, almost fragile as she breathes them out, eyes closed. she slips her hand over his, laces their fingers together. moves in closer to kiss him slowly and hopes the affection is accepted.]

Is this OK?

[it’s what she wants, but if he doesn’t, she’ll stop.]

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[He wasn't, and the executions hit him as hard as the Head no doubt intended -- modern people unused to celebrated human suffering weren't going to be able to process that easily. Duke wasn't used to it, would never want to be. But he'd just watched people die, and Nick had watched people she cared about die. People she easily could've died alongside.

It's different, and he understands it. It's why he smiles for half a moment before squeezing her fingers. Why he returns that kiss, even if it feels a little nerve-wracking right now.]

Don't stop singing.

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{time and tide wait for no man}