work, work, work | vincent & nick
Tucking his tablet under his arm, Nick didn’t slow or break his stride as he reached the front door to the penthouse but oh, how he wanted to. He hadn’t felt hesitant about meeting with Dagan in centuries, probably even longer than that and the feeling sat uneasily in the tight lines of Nick’s shoulders. Well, nothing for it. He shrugged off the unease and knocked rather than announcing himself mentally, as he might’ve. Before. A muscle jumped in his cheek before he caught himself and forced himself back into calm neutrality. He’d missed... well, everything. All his talents at ferreting out secrets and crawling into minds, useless when it mattered. That’s what came of getting used to honesty; you stop telling your own lies and forgot to look for others’ lies. He allowed himself a small sigh before settling into the mask of smiling unconcern that he usually offered his king.