So what about when Nick finds out Sonny’s still alive

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lesbiancarisi:

When you walk in the door, Nick is drinking and looking at a folder. Work, probably, on that job that’ll get him his knives back. You’ve seen how upset he is about losing them, listened to how a lot of them held memories he wouldn’t want to lose.

“Nick.”

“One minute, sweetheart.”

“I brought company.”

He jumps up at those words, reaching for a weapon because he expects someone dangerous to have made you take them here. But then he sees Sonny and the steak knife in his hand clatters to the floor. His face drains of color like he’s seen a ghost, which you suppose he has in a way.

“You’re not dead,” he says in a strange voice.

“I should hope not.”

You step out of the way, and the moment you do Nick runs up to Sonny and pulls him into a tight hug, actually grabbing fistfuls of the back of Sonny’s shirt. It’s the same thing you were doing, trying to make sure that he’s real and not a mirage. While you can hear the low timber of Sonny’s voice, you can’t make out anything other than the quiet, soothing tone.

The two of them don’t split apart for a while but when they do, Nick pours out a second drink for Sonny and gestures for all three of you to sit down at the table, presumably to talk about this. You hold Sonny’s hand in yours once you’re all seated, still afraid that at any moment you’ll wake up and this’ll all be a dream.

Nick is the first to speak. “Where were you? Why did you let us think you were dead for so long? What happened?”

Sonny holds a finger to his lips and points at the corner of the ceiling. Bugs? Nick gets up and drags a chair over to climb on it and dislodge the small black thing from the plaster. He crushes it easily and lets the pieces fall to the ground.

“Any others?”

“One in each room.”

Including the bedroom and bathroom. The thought makes you a little sick to your stomach but you push it down while Nick goes to destroy the rest. Sonny’s watching the table intently, and it’s then that you realize how exhausted he looks.

gang’s all here!