Nick (rosenheim) wrote in tellhimtonight,

Day Five, Night

-Nick tugs at his scarf - Alex's scarf, making sure it's still around his neck. He'd hate to lose it, really. And it was warm against the cool air of London, so he'd worn it out to send a letter. That and it hid the ring of bruises around his neck. He walks to the street door and opens it, stepping inside quickly. He hears a ding and looks at the lift, seeing it close. Great, he'd missed it. But maybe the person inside would wait for him...-

Hold the lift, would you?

-he calls out and runs to the lift, hoping the door would still be open when he got there-
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