Nix sprawls in the passenger seat, carelessly elegant, as I drive us to our intended destination, the jeep zipping smartly along. "What is this place?" Nix asks as we get out and head over to the door of the partially demolished home
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Hell. I'm just glad Nix is here for Dick and vice-versa. Not that I haven't enjoyed Nix's company or anything, but you get the feeling when you're just being a replacement for someone else (and, I think with a mild pang of guilt, I have to wonder if that's what Babe's feeling lately). "Well, shit," I announce with a laugh, wandering over to clap Dick on the shoulder. "Look what we found, Nix." If Nix can bother to get up from off his ass, which has me mildly concerned but hell, different strokes for folks and whatever people say now.
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I give Buck a confused quirk of the lips and return the gesture, and I'm about to ask him what in the world's going on when Nix falls. It's stupid, I know, since we're not in active combat and I know it's just a flashback, but my heart suddenly seizes up in my chest and it's like Market Garden all over again. Hearing that ricochet, turning to see my best friend in the world knocked backwards onto the ground, seeming to fall in slow motion. A split second, a flash of memory, and then I'm moving.
"Nix!" I call as I jog over to where he's sitting in the grass, dropping to a crouch once I reach him. "Are you all right?" I ask, one hand going to his shoulder.
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For one petulant fraction of a second he wants to shove Dick off, but luckily catches himself before he can prove to be a complete ass. A smile spreads slowly across his face instead, and he laughs.
"It took you fucking long enough," he chastises, still marveling.
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