The guy at the door is implied to be the man who tortured Nick, and the texts occur several hours later after some words are said and Nick decides to duck out //
By the time Nick can see and hear properly again, the room is quiet save for heavy breathing. He pries himself away from your chest but keeps you close with an arm around you. Disarray taints the entryway, scuff-marks age the carpet and the plaster is dented where the ache at the back of Nick’s head tells him he was slammed into the wall. Everything is a blur more than a genuine memory.
“Are you okay?” Sonny asks.
Nick wants to cry, a lot. Too many bad memories of burning lungs and his father’s calloused palms swim on the surface of his brain for him to want to do much else. Instead, he says, “What the fuck, Sonny? How did he find us? What does he want?”
“I don’t know what he wants, but he’s been following me, and-”
“For the love of Christ,” he blurts out, “didn’t we just talk about this? No more fucking secrets, what’s so hard about that? I mean, dammit, Dominick, I don’t just exist to look pretty. I want to help you, take care of you, but all you do is push me away.”
“Nicky-”
“Don’t fucking start. You treat me like shit half the time. God, since you came back, everything has been such a mess.”
At his words, Sonny actually flinches. But Nick can either be angry or he can be scared, and the former is a much better option. He’s tired of the secret-keeping and the arguing and the everything. Sure, he missed Sonny, and he loves him, but he can’t help thinking about how hard it is to hold everything together.
“What’s the point of this, anyways?”
“Nick, stop,” you say, and it’s so meek that he almost does.
“Seriously, Dominick, fuck you. I’m tired of giving a fuck about whatever shit you’ve landed yourself in this time.” He takes his ring off, the one that matches Sonny’s and yours because he used to care, he used to be so naive that he thought this would work. Nick drops it to the carpet like it’s a piece of garbage. When he turns to you, he softens. “I love you, sweetheart. I’m not asking you to choose. I love you so much and I’ll always be right here whenever you want or need me. Give me a couple days to get a place, and I promise it’s yours too.”
He kisses you softly before pulling away with a hard expression aimed at Sonny.
“And you, Carisi? I was fucking right to leave you the first time.”
Those words hanging in the air, he storms out in a mess of anger and blood and bruises, leaving you and Sonny behind to pick up the pieces.
my jaw is on the floor, btw
Picking my heart up off the floot
SVU addict 