› dani’s apartment ( with @roseduet )
it’s strange, being here when they shouldn’t even be speaking. there’s a palpable sort of tension clogging the air, draping itself all over dani’s furniture — stripping her home of the comfort nik associates with the earth tones it’s filled with. it doesn’t help that he’s bone tired, lacking sleep from the week he’d spent alongside his mother at the facility, and there’s a crick in his neck that he just can’t seem to get rid of. “ hey, ” he greets, quiet, as he steps into her apartment. “ what did you want to talk about? ”











