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TK didn't like the way that guy was looking at him. At Nikolai. This was incorrect for a number of reasons, the most prominent of which was who wouldn't look at Nikolai like that sometimes? C'mon. Jealousy was one thing but TK had to be, like, reasonable. And Nikolai wasn't even flirting back. He could have. TK didn't have some weird claim to him. They'd had the hard discussion and agreed that they...

But Nikolai wasn't responding to this guy's advances the way he'd responded to TK when TK had first met him. That didn't give him the lick of satisfaction he might have expected, if this had been years ago (less steady than he was, now), but it did... he thought... the feeling was just that same general fondness for Nikolai. TK was not competing, he didn't need to. They were them. That wasn't going anywhere.

Nikolai threw him a glance, so he caught TK watching across the bar, stroking a thumb through the condensation on his glass, smiling a little, fond. Nikolai wanted help with this guy, said his help-me face.

TK made a point of 'thinking about it' -- did he have anything better to do? -- but he soon pulled away from the bar. There were not a lot of better things to do than go say hi to Nikolai across a crowded bar.

"Hi, Nisha." TK snaked an arm through Nikolai's, free hand coming to rest in the crook of Nikolai's elbow. A claiming motion. TK locked eyes with the guy whose shot with Nikolai had been deteriorating for all of the five minutes they'd been interacting: "Who's this?" Introduce him.

#ic #kdjfldskjsdlkgjhldfkgjsd #hvndredstories #mmmmm the way TK has been swapping between 'nisha' and 'babe' here for weeks but he settled on 'nisha' i think. it won out on this one #it makes the same point anyway #v; nikolai