"Fuckoff," He muttered with a shake of his head, waving off the other man and glaring as best he could manage. By this point it wasn't particularly meanspirited, largely because he was feeling worse and worse and that made it impossible for him to be an ass most of the time.
Nick wasn't ready to have this conversation yet because that meant letting Adamina go in a way that he wasn't sure he wanted to. It had been close enough when he'd first been disowned and she'd stopped talking to him, how would it be now? He didn't want to lose her like that a second time but he couldn't figure out just how to compromise with Tim, especially right now while he was all fucking wound up from the fact that his sister was sick.
What he needed right now was space and a fucking cigarette and then maybe a shower, even if he would be worrying about Adamina for the entire time. It would be better than bashing in Tim's face with a kidney pan. He leaned against the wall nearest the exit and took a breath, scrubbing a hand over his jaw. "I need a fucking fag. I'll be back." Eventually. Maybe.
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