After his drunken stint on Livejournal, Greg had fallen asleep on his couch, the bottle of tequila resting faithfully beside him on the floor. He hadn't drunken anymore since then, so by the time he woke up he was already feeling way more sober than he really wanted to be. Wait... why was he waking up? Had something woken him up? He groaned a bit, lifting his head upwards off the couch, it felt a lot heavier than it should have been. And... there it was again, a knock at the door and someone was calling his name. Greg knew that voice, he was pretty sure.
He was planning on getting up and answering the door in a dignified manner, but his limbs sort of felt like they had been filled with sand while he had been alseep. So instead he just called out in the direction of his front door, croaking as he spoke, "It's open!"
He barely heard Greg as he called out, and he opened the door immediatly spotting him on the couch. Guilt flooded him, and he walked over, pushing the tequila bottle out of the way as he kneeled down. "God, i'm so sorry Greg." He said bringing his hand up to run through Greg's hair.
Greg squinted a bit as Nick entered. "Mhgffg. What time izzit?" He mumbled, pulling himself into a sitting position and resting his heavy head in his hands. But Nick was kneeling next to him now, his hand in his hair bringing Greg to his senses somewhat.
"Nicky. Hi." He mumbled sleepily, smiling a bit, momentarily forgetting about their prior arguments. "I thought you were doing stuff with the family...?"
"It's your birthday." He said with a small smile. "Why would I want to spend it with them?" He leaned forward, kissing Greg softly, before standing up again. "I got you a present, but I won't give it to you until you're sober enough to appreciate it." He grinned, making sure said present was safe before shrugging his jacket off and placing it over an armchair. "How are you feeling?"
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He was planning on getting up and answering the door in a dignified manner, but his limbs sort of felt like they had been filled with sand while he had been alseep. So instead he just called out in the direction of his front door, croaking as he spoke, "It's open!"
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Guilt flooded him, and he walked over, pushing the tequila bottle out of the way as he kneeled down.
"God, i'm so sorry Greg." He said bringing his hand up to run through Greg's hair.
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"Nicky. Hi." He mumbled sleepily, smiling a bit, momentarily forgetting about their prior arguments. "I thought you were doing stuff with the family...?"
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"I got you a present, but I won't give it to you until you're sober enough to appreciate it." He grinned, making sure said present was safe before shrugging his jacket off and placing it over an armchair. "How are you feeling?"
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