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Back and forth.

Back... and forth.

Back.

And forth.

The pendulum on the clock swings back and forth. Nico lays on his bed, with his head hanging upside down off the edge. It seems as if he's been here for several hours, but he has no intention of getting up.

Back-and-forth.

The pendulum is just a distraction of course. Perhaps he's avoiding what's really bothering him.

Back and forth. Just like Will Solace.

This way and that, it seems that man goes. Last night, he seemed all in. That sex wasn't the kind of sex you have with someone just for fun. Nothing about it said 'no strings attached.'

They didn't have sex like they were hooking up; they had sex like they were lovers... Well, like they are lovers.

Are they? Nico honestly isn't sure. He knows it's a bad idea. Will Solace doesn't do commitment, right?

So Nico needs to stop engaging with the Will drama. This is Hazel's wedding, after all, not open season on Will Solace, even if his freckles are adorable and his post-sex smile is just so sexy...

Cazzo, he wants to do that again. He hasn't felt that sort of a connection during sex since who knows when. That's not something he can ignore. It would be a waste not to do it again.

Does Will feel the same way? He wonders against his better judgment and watches the pendulum continue to swing.

Back and forth.

Back... and forth.

He decides not to get up and confront Will, no matter how much he wants to.

On the other hand, upside down is a great position to pull back his hair. Will seemed to have a weak spot for Nico's hair last night.

Nico loves his long hair; never in a million years could he have gotten away with it when he was a child in Italy. Wait about a hundred years, and people suddenly praise him for it and occasionally beg to touch it. But who says he's pulling it up for Will? Maybe it's hot in this hotel room.

And maybe Nico wants to look nice just for the hell of it, which is the only reason why he opts for his favorite black jeans instead of sweatpants. He pairs a red lumberjack flannel with his black Cabin 13 t-shirt. He twists his skull ring on his middle finger.

It would be a shame if nobody got to see Nico's grunge outfit, right?

Right. So there's no shame in taking a walk down the hall, right?

Right. And there's no shame if that walk takes him around the corner, down the stairs, back up the stairs, and back towards his room, right?

Right. That's an easy walk. Reasonable. There's even stairs, so arguably, it might even be a workout.

Oh, but that doofus Will's room is right across from Nico's, and, for the sake of convenience, it might be smart to just drop in for some clarification, right? Plus, Will might need someone to talk to after whatever happened at brunch this morning. Nico's just a nice and friendly guy like that.

Will opens the door. "Hey, what's up?" He smiles when he sees Nico. He actually smiles. At Nico.

"Just dropping by," he says. "You alright? This morning was weird on so many levels."