There wasn't a lot in the way of privacy on a tour bus, even one like the Jobros. Mike opened the door and stumbled to a halt. "Sorry," he apologized.
Nick calmly tipped the little hand mirror over without looking around at Mike. "No worries," he said, moving away to busy his hands.
Mike hesitated on the threshold. "You okay?"
Nick made an annoyed noise. "If you say 'i look a little blue,' I will shank you, Kevin's boyfriend or not."
Mike held up his hands. "Woah, hey, no. Are people giving you shit?" he asked after a pregnant pause. "Because if they are, tell me and I'll straighten them out."
Nick huffed a laugh, but at least he looked up at Mike. "Thanks. But..."
"But what?" Mike prompted, closing the door and moving to sit down.
Nick flopped down opposite. "I should know better than to let the gossip columnists get to me. BUt..." his wings twitched. "It would be easier, I think, if they were being cruel. But instead, they're...fetishizing it, my skin, wings, ears. And I don't know what to do."
Mike did him the courtesy of not saying 'ignore it.' If the kid could, they wouldn't be having this conversation. "I'm sorry, Nick. I wish I had the easy answer for you."
Nick nodded, like that was what he wanted to hear. "I know, I don't expect you to." He set his shoulders. "Guess I just needed to vent."
Mike nodded. "ANytime. ANd if worse comes to worse, I'll get Frankie and a few pints of body paint and turn Kev and Joe pretty colours so the press can have something else to pick over for a bit."
Nick laughed, and suddenly he looked his age. "I'll keep that in mind." He clapped Mike's shoulder briefly in thanks, and was gone.
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kermit was right
Date: 2011-07-23 11:03 pm (UTC)Nick calmly tipped the little hand mirror over without looking around at Mike. "No worries," he said, moving away to busy his hands.
Mike hesitated on the threshold. "You okay?"
Nick made an annoyed noise. "If you say 'i look a little blue,' I will shank you, Kevin's boyfriend or not."
Mike held up his hands. "Woah, hey, no. Are people giving you shit?" he asked after a pregnant pause. "Because if they are, tell me and I'll straighten them out."
Nick huffed a laugh, but at least he looked up at Mike. "Thanks. But..."
"But what?" Mike prompted, closing the door and moving to sit down.
Nick flopped down opposite. "I should know better than to let the gossip columnists get to me. BUt..." his wings twitched. "It would be easier, I think, if they were being cruel. But instead, they're...fetishizing it, my skin, wings, ears. And I don't know what to do."
Mike did him the courtesy of not saying 'ignore it.' If the kid could, they wouldn't be having this conversation. "I'm sorry, Nick. I wish I had the easy answer for you."
Nick nodded, like that was what he wanted to hear. "I know, I don't expect you to." He set his shoulders. "Guess I just needed to vent."
Mike nodded. "ANytime. ANd if worse comes to worse, I'll get Frankie and a few pints of body paint and turn Kev and Joe pretty colours so the press can have something else to pick over for a bit."
Nick laughed, and suddenly he looked his age. "I'll keep that in mind." He clapped Mike's shoulder briefly in thanks, and was gone.