Nick/Milo: A Whisper of Touch
CW: referenced refusal of food, starvation, fainting spells, referenced captivity, referenced torture, malnourished whumpee, shameless fluff, cuddles, referenced dissoci@tion
4 am gang wheeee somehow I ended up with 2k words lol I should probably sleep
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Nick didn’t like hovering but…he really couldn’t help it. He couldn’t help the knee-jerk reaction to throw his hands out to steady Milo whenever he swayed, or seemed off balance, or got that recognizable, pale look on his face. He didn’t like it because more often than not he got a flinch in reaction to the sudden movement, heart twisting in guilt. He was thankful for the instinct, though, when he actually needed it.
They always came out of nowhere, the fainting spells. One minute Milo would be fine, maybe even relaxed if they were lucky, and the next his knees were giving out, sending him crumpling to the ground with barely a second of warning. They were happening almost every day, which was what made Nick develop the protective habit in the first place.
He was at the bar on his laptop, desperately rummaging through deficiency possibilities when his boyfriend came into the kitchen. He quickly clicked off the tab and smiled up at Milo, sighing. He never took a single second he could lay eyes on him for granted, not anymore.