Oh, yeah, she's all right, 'cos my boy's acting like he left his brain in a jar in the lab, and she's still smiling at him like he's the best thing since sex. Or maybe it's the sex, but I'm so not going there.
I watch him figure out she and I are in this thing together and he's screwed six ways to Sunday, then I slouch into my lean. "Me and Nicky go way back. The math on that's kinda complicated, since he's been here a year and a half but the date he left from is two years ago for me. So--" I pause and think it over. 1997, huh. "Eleven years for me, ten and a half for him."
'Cos I'm feeling it, and I can, I grin at Nicky and punch him in the shoulder. "Since he was just a baby CSI, all chubby cheeks and peach fuzz."
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Date: 2008-08-05 02:53 am (UTC)I watch him figure out she and I are in this thing together and he's screwed six ways to Sunday, then I slouch into my lean. "Me and Nicky go way back. The math on that's kinda complicated, since he's been here a year and a half but the date he left from is two years ago for me. So--" I pause and think it over. 1997, huh. "Eleven years for me, ten and a half for him."
'Cos I'm feeling it, and I can, I grin at Nicky and punch him in the shoulder. "Since he was just a baby CSI, all chubby cheeks and peach fuzz."