Nick dropped onto the couch, closing his eyes.
"You look like hell," David commented lightly.
Nick jumped, startled, wincing, because damn his shoulder still ached. "Damn it, Dave, you nearly gave me a heart attack."
"I live here Nick, how much of a shock can my presence be?" David asked.
Nick sighed. "Sorry."
David shrugged and moved across the room, carefully straddling Nick's thighs, pressing a soft kiss against Nick's lip.
Nick sighed softly, hand curling around David's neck as the kiss deepened. It was like soothing aloe over a burn, David's mouth moving against his, strong fingers that massaged his scalp.
"You don't play fair," Nick muttered.
David chuckled. "I tried that once, was terrible at it. You wanna talk about it?"
"What's to talk about?" Nick asked.
David raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, didn't think that'd work on you," Nick smiled humourlessly. "I got shot. Nearly blown up. And killed someone. And I'm pretty sure I got off lightly, because I'm still alive. I haven't lost the man I love, or had his funeral turned into a mockery..."
"It wasn't your fault," David said. "I know you're not going to believe that but you couldn't have known. You were lucky not to die yourself. I feel sorry for Officer Clark's family, but I'm not sorry I didn't lose you."
Nick pulled David tighter. "I know I scared you. I'm sorry."
"I knew what I was getting into," David said. "And all I care about right now is that you're here. And that you're honest with me."
"Cath wants me to see a shrink," Nick said.
"I think you should all seek mental help," David said. "But I've thought that for a while."
Nick laughed in spite of himself. "Love you too Dave."
David smiled pressing a soft kiss against Nick's mouth. "I love you with everything that I am," David said.
Nick sucked in a breath, closing his eyes briefly. "You think I should go don't you?"
"Yeah, I do," David said. "But I won't press."
Nick nodded. "I'll think about it," he promised.
David smiled brighter. "Good enough."