How the F*ck?
Nate would say that he was brooding. Nic did not brood. That implied sitting for long stretches of time turning his thoughts over and over and intentionally diving deeply into his psyche.
Honestly, it never even occurred to Nic that brooding was an option. Not that Nic thought he needed to delve into his innermost thoughts anyways. He was perfectly fine. If anything, he had perfect understanding of who he was and what his place in the world was. (Monster, menace)
No, he was not brooding. He just so happened to be sitting on a roof, blowing multicolored smoke from his cigarette, one knee jittering up and down for the last ten minutes straight and showing no signs of stopping as his foot bounced against the concrete.
When there was a noise behind him, and what sounded like a voice- on a roof, where he was supposed to be alone- he reacted as any reasonable person would: by springing from his perch, whirling around so quickly he lost his balance and had to stumble back against a railing, and then cussing up a storm in his native language when he saw who it was.
“Fucking- Mary mother of God, what the shit, Luka?”
@luka-petrov