@nobisauxilium braved the city to leave a message: knees bent on either side of joe's lap, nicky leans in and hooks his chin against the other's shoulder. chest to chest. he shoots a grin towards the wall. "try moving me. it's not going to happen." all this to get out of venturing into a rainy day? yes.
His arms automatically wrap around Nico's waist, the weight in his lap something he liked. He'd heard the rain that morning when they woke and knew that the other would most likely put up a fight. It wasn't something that bothered him. If anything he loved venturing out into a city during the rain. Something about the rain made a city come to live in ways that nothing else did and he loved walking through it. But Nico — he could never figure out if the other would enjoy it or not, and in all honesty that was what made all the centuries more interesting. Joe knew he could most likely move Nico from his lap. The problem was he didn't want to. As much as he would've love to leave the safe house, he was more than content with this Italian weight in his lap. "Is that a dare? Because I'm sure I can recount numerous times when you've tried something like this and I've easily moved you."
