Location: En-route to the Fisher’s Hut @nickalphonsus​Â
Nick had been quiet, since the buzzing noise reached its crescendo at the group gathering. Since Seamus (scary Scot with an icy stare) accused Esther (disappointed teacher vibes) of murdering Matthew (Nick's sort of Grand-da and cult inspiration). He’d condemned her to the Fisher’s Hut (low budget Alcatraz), setting free Emre (farm-worker, older brother memory guy) who had been living there previously (because he'd also maybe murdered someone?). Seamus had decided that Tomas (farm boss) and Libby (red-haired MILF) were now the leaders (that didn't feel very democratic), and the buzzing finally faded away.
(Mik felt pretty chuffed that he'd been able to piece together the complex politics of the group so far.)
Mik had been pretty pleased to touch Nick and not be bombarded with a memory of him hanging out with Lee and chatting crypto slang that Mik still didn't understand. But Nick had been quiet, a little distant. Mik gave him his space, thinking that he needed some time to process the reveal of the murderer. As well as their new leaders. It didn't sit right with Mik that it happened so fast, that within a few seconds Esther was sent to a hut and new leadership was put in charge, but maybe that was how things worked here, on the island. Nick wasn't one for talking, though at least they were finally able to sleep nestled in against each other without a sheet prudishly between them.
Mik woke up late the next morning, a little chilled. Groggily, he reached out for Nick, but he was gone. Panic shocked Mik awake, he blinked the sleep from his eyes and caught the sight of Nick leaving the hut, stalking off towards the beach. Mik swore under his breath and grabbed his hoodie, pulling it on as he ran out to chase after Nick.
"Nick," Mik called out, jogging along the path to catch up to Nick. He didn't run away, but he didn't wait for Mik to catch up to him either. Fucking bastard. "Hey," Mik snapped, pushing forward to stand in front of Nick. "Where you off to?" Mik asked, putting a hand on Nick's shoulder to stop him in his tracks. Nick had either woken Mik up when he'd gone early to do his fishing, or waited for Mik to wake up with him. Mik didn't care that they spent their day apart, but it felt like a kick in the guts to wake up and see Nick leave him without saying goodbye.
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