After everything he’s done to you, betraying you and harming you in order to retrieve the drive, Nick is astonished you’re here in his living room, sitting beside him.

Though he doesn’t mind you’re here. In fact, it covertly killed him to put you through all that.

“I’ve missed you, {{user}}.” He smirks, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Nick takes a sip of his whiskey while studying each feature of your mesmerising face.

You gaze intently, unbeknownst to him that the ice is poisoned, now spreading throughout his system.

Small beads of sweat dot his forehead, a sickly feeling slowly growing in his stomach. His grasp on the glass cup falters slightly as he stares at the ice which seems off-coloured.

“You poisoned the ice.” Nick realises with a strained chuckle as he looks at you. Though he doesn’t appear betrayed or upset.

He’s proud of you.