The jamb of the sliding door to Jack’s—arguably pretty fucking big—balcony digs into Nursey’s back as he leans against it, but it’s better than being stuck in a room with fifteen other people.
The noise from everyone in the living room, squeezed together on the couch and peppered across the armchairs, drifts through the glass. Holster is yelling the loudest, but Tater is right there with him. Ransom is probably having the time of his life sandwiched between the two of them, Nursey thinks. A comfortably cool breeze hits his too-warm skin and it’s a wonderful contrast to the stuffy air they just escaped.
In front of him, Dex is looking out over the city with his hands on the railing as he takes a deep breath. Nursey’s eyes get caught on Dex’s shoulders, exposed by the tank top he stole from Nursey before they had to leave for Jack’s birthday party earlier, then trail down Dex’s back.
Nursey loves looking at Dex, obviously, but he especially loves it when Dex is like this, relaxed and comfortable. The tension will undoubtedly return to his shoulders the moment he slips into his new jersey with the C sewn into it, so Nursey drinks it up while he can.
He’s taking in the way the dusk light hits Dex’s hair—he knows it’s awfully clichéd, sue him—when Dex turns around.
He’s smiling at Nursey, a soft little thing that Nursey can’t help but mirror. Dex smiled like that too when he kissed Nursey for the first time, right before he had to leave for the summer three months ago and left Nursey standing in the kitchen for Tango to find ten minutes later still rooted to the spot with his jaw still on the floor.
“It’s so nice out,” Dex says, tearing Nursey out of his memories.
Nursey hums in agreement as another gust of wind hits his face.
“You should come out here,” Dex suggests, leaning against the railing. Nursey decidedly does not think about how high up Jack and Bitty live.
He laughs instead and shakes his head. “I can tell from here.”
“You sure? It’s really nice,” Dex tries again, quirking up an eyebrow as he crosses his arms in front of his chest. Nursey’s glad Dex decided against wearing a shirt with sleeves.
“I’m good here,” Nursey says and moves into a little less uncomfortable position against the door jamb.
“You’re not, like, scared of heights, are you?” Dex asks and pushes off the railing to take the few steps back to Nursey.
Well.
“No,” Nursey shoots back immediately, too quickly not to be suspicious.
“You are!”
“I’m not!”
“Nursey, you chose the top bunk!”
“Yeah, well, the top bunk is the cool one,” Nursey defends, crossing his arms. “And it’s not that high up.”
“What about that time in freshman year when you climbed up the fucking roof of the Haus?” Dex’s voice is oozing disbelief.
Nursey shrugs. “Liquid courage.”
“You live in New York!”
Nursey uncrosses his arms. “That doesn’t mean I have to scale the fucking skyscrapers!”
“Oh my God, you’re impossible.” Dex chuckles fondly. “I can’t believe i fell for you.” A flush paints his face a pretty pink as he stretches a hand out toward Nursey. When Nursey looks at him quizzically, he continues, “Would holding my hand help?”
Nursey really wants to hold Dex’s hand, has been wanting to for a handful of excruciating months. He wants so much, so he swallows down any mental pictures of this balcony collapsing under their weight or either of them tipping over the edge and reaches out.
“If I die, I’m haunting you first,” he warns, but laces their fingers together and lets Dex lead him out toward the railing.
“We’d both die,” Dex reminds him unnecessarily, but he squeezes Nursey’s hand tightly.
“Oh, fuck you,” Nursey bites out, squeezing back.
“I swear you won’t die,” Dex says and runs his thumb along Nursey’s hand. Nursey has to admit that it is helping, kind of. “This is structurally sound, I promise.”
Nursey clings to Dex’s hand and makes it a point to avoid looking over the railing at the cars and people eighteen stories below them. Instead, he trains his eyes on the skyline of Providence, speckled with the bright lights. It reminds him of home, of New York, a little and something in him settles.
He briefly imagines having Dex on the roof of his childhood home and decides he should really convince Dex to visit him in New York one day.
“Told you it was nicer out here,” Dex says in a low voice, squeezing his now sweaty hand again.
Nursey presses their shoulders together, then looks over at Dex. “Yeah, it really is.”
Dex meets his gaze, impossibly fond. “You fucking sap.” He smiles, a soft little thing that Nursey can’t help but mirror, and leans in.
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So this is part of a fic that is in no way represented by this one particular snippet and yet this snippet made me want to write the entire fic? It scans pretty much out of context though; Dex moved back in, Nursey’s got a cold (his dialogue inspired heavily by something I told a friend of mine when I had a cold a month or so ago), so it goes.
Dex makes a beeline for their room as soon as he enters the Haus. It’s not that he doesn’t trust Nursey to take care of himself while he’s sick, but Dex has felt off kilter all day about the whole situation. He may as well indulge his whims and go check on Nursey; it’s just downright polite to be helpful after all. It’s quiet when he opens the door and the room is only dimly lit by the floor lamp right now, but Nursey’s definitely awake. "How's the headache"
Nursey blinks a few times, as if he wasn’t expecting to be addressed, before responding. "It's eased off some but all of my ribs hurt now from coughing."
"I'm gonna grab you some more medicine. It's time for another dose, and hopefully it'll ease up the coughing."
Before Dex can make it to the bathroom cabinet to look for the NyQuil, Nursey pipes up. "Hey, remember in Freshman year when we would argue all the time?"
Dex looks back at Nursey where he's curled up in his blankets and raises an eyebrow. He looks kind of pathetic— clearly uncomfortable and hair askew— but alert enough to be waiting for an answer. It's an odd time for the reminder, but Dex answers anyway. "Uh, yes, yes I do."
"Sweet, I'm willing to give you everything I own if you channel that and just end me. It’s either you or the cold, and I respect you more."
Dex holds in a chuckle, but just barely. “Sorry, Nursey, but no can do. I've gotten kind of fond of you.”
thank you li!! this is one of the nurseydex aus i’m writing where dex is a werewolf and he and nursey are childhood friends. this part is from the scene where they first meet. (i believe the last time i actually looked at/worked on this was in june but i started and did most of what’s written in january/february so it’s been quite a while)
send me a 👀 and i’ll post part of a wip i never got around to finishing this year
all of these asks about your school work are reminding me to do my school work but then scrolling down to see you on my dash for other posts is just like that spiderman meme hahaha good luck with your work but also i Feel You
LMAOOO YES EXACTLY HAHA & good luck to you as well!!!
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maybe get someone whose opinion you trust and know is reliable for this to proof read it if you're super worried? i mean it is just a drabble but a second opinion could relieve some anxieties hopefully ��
Yeah, I’ve asked my friend that is south east asian to take a look but she might be asleep. Timezones suck so bad. I’ll wait until tomorrow for her answer.
Hopefully, this will give me time to edit the drabble. I know it’s just a drabble, but I wouldn’t want to write something offensive even so.
Thanks for commenting anyway <3 Any help is deeply appreciated!
