"Oh, god," Nick groaned under his breath, letting himself be steered towards the door. "That's just what I'm afraid of." It was bad enough that Karen and Greg got together for, like, Nick-gossiping coffee-parties or something (well, or at least, he imagined they did). Greg was socially awkward and a little weird at times. Warrick... was Warrick. He could get information out of a rock, so Nick was fairly sure that he'd charm Karen and they'd wind up as best friends always talking about Nick's cute little quirks over lunch and, hell, he was doomed. Doomed.
They made their way outside, and despite his better judgement, Nick found his feet carrying him to Karen's hut. "You know, she might not even be home."
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Date: 2008-08-04 02:35 am (UTC)They made their way outside, and despite his better judgement, Nick found his feet carrying him to Karen's hut. "You know, she might not even be home."