( there's got to be a middle ground somewhere, between the nick that existed before duplicity in a permanent state of waiting and the nick that exists here, suddenly feeling the pressure to prove himself as worthy of existing despite no one ever asking. middle ground has always been a difficult thing for nick though, and he just sort of shrugs and leans back, head tipped up towards the ceiling. )
I do. I can, sometimes. But then sometimes it's like— all of this is breathing down my neck, and I don't know how to see anything else.
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( there's got to be a middle ground somewhere, between the nick that existed before duplicity in a permanent state of waiting and the nick that exists here, suddenly feeling the pressure to prove himself as worthy of existing despite no one ever asking. middle ground has always been a difficult thing for nick though, and he just sort of shrugs and leans back, head tipped up towards the ceiling. )
I do. I can, sometimes. But then sometimes it's like— all of this is breathing down my neck, and I don't know how to see anything else.