Prompt Post 4!
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There wasn't a better term for it. Bawl, maybe. By God, you sound like a baby, Nick. Finnick would slap the pacifier into your mouth and laugh until he had a heart attack. His first partner-in-crime used 'blubber' - 'crying' was just tears and a watery voice and a wetter-than-usual nose. Blubber was straight-out, in-pain, please-God-let-me-die, waterworks where you could barely breathe and you had to hold on to something or someone to not fall to the floor, and you couldn't care less about who saw and made some dipshit macho comment about predators not crying.
He saw his first partner blubber over his wife - his girlfriend, his favorite prostitute, whatever they were - after the Warm-Bloods caught wind of their swindle. Nick never entertained the idea of getting caught up with anyone in any way that wasn't a business partnership. All his 'business partners' ribbed him over the fact he never got involved with (in any shape or form) with the prostitution rings, or tried to do the ol' charm-the-pants-off-the-mark sort of deal. It took him years to get used to the being-a-daddy con he and Finnick cooked up, and it never did sit right with him. Being a dad. That meant some form of connection, not matter how tenuous.
Thank whoever was up there for that last bit of luck - if Judy hadn't been stampeded by the horde of paranoid muckrakers and fur-right pearl-clutching herbivores, she'd have seen him 'blubbering', slumped against the wall of the ZPD, muzzle buried in his paws and trying to breath and trying to keep the flashes of the way the muzzle dug into his fur, how cold the metal was, trying to burn the images of this rabbit he didn't didn't didn't DIDN'T WANT TO LOVE out of his head forever.
He's going to get drunk. Drown the sorrows. Burn himself into a stupor. Promise himself he'd never get hurt ever again. This was what you got for getting too close, Nick.
TL;DR - following Nick in the aftermath of the conference, desperately trying to forget about Judy while the city goes to hell. Bonus points if he just manages to not tear up when Judy comes to the bridge weeks later.
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