( @adamoism )
nicholis had probably been more nervous about the upcoming week than declan had; with his nose buried in those self help books, he’d somehow quelled his anxieties, or at least put on a good show of it. instead, nic had been making preparations as quietly and subtly as he could, which meant a lot of water and food premade so they could still nourish themselves between waves. the only thing he wanted was to make declan feel better, and although he’d moved on from the supplements, nicholis was afraid of being a disappointment. still, he put on a happy face (far cheerier than he would be any other month, knowing his mate was about to start taking those awful chemicals again) and plopped down into their shared bed, rolling over to poke and prod at declan. “whatcha doin?” he asked, trying to bother declan into talking to him. “i’m bored.”
