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it only takes a little interrogation for tears to spill from his eyes and a slue of apologies from his mouth, some pathetic mumbling about how he’d just woke up in one of them moods he couldn’t shake. he knows if he just told him he could’ve helped, olivia could’ve helped. “‘m sorry Rafa I- I didn’t mean it…”

Rafael can’t punish him like this. he should, but with that sweet, glazed look in his eye he really really can’t. he feeds him something small, some cookies and a hot chocolate, runs a steamy bath with his favourite bubble bath and washes his hair for him, then he dresses him in his softest pyjamas and tells him to wait in bed for him, departing with a kiss to his forehead. Nick reads while he’s gone.

Rafael returns an hour later; this is the routine, to let them both have breathing room. he finds Nick half asleep struggling to hold the pages of his book open. “i know you’re tired bebé, but you still need something don’t you?” Nick’s in his lap before he can think about it (not that he’s in any position to anyway) wet clumsy kisses trailing his boyfriend’s neck because he’s sure that’s what he’s supposed to do now, Rafael’s hand working him over in his pants in just the way he knows will get him there quick.