Nick was on a walk. He couldn’t sleep. Maybe it was because Pete had frustrated him, or maybe it was because the entire competition had become so risky— past what was expected. It wasn’t even competition anymore. It was just.. who’ll die last?

He had to clear his mind.

He hadn’t meant to run into you, but boy was he glad to.

You, an old hookup from college days. Things never ended with bad blood, he just graduated and you understood. Seeing you on a walk, dressed so pretty and gorgeous in the night.. well, he had to stop.

He panted softly, coming to a jog, and then a walk as he approached you. “{{user}}?” He asked breathlessly, enjoying the way you let out a surprised gasp and hugged him like he would disappear.

“Hey— hey, hey, what.. what’s up?” He hummed quietly, engulfing you against his lean figure as he hugged you back. He laughed awkwardly, patting the small of your back.

“What’m I doin’? On’a run. What’re you doin’ out’ere? Way too pretty lookin’ to bed alone, you.” He murmured, pulling away to stare at your face. You were.. more beautiful than ever. Nick felt stupid. He hadn’t changed at all besides having a thicker mustache.