Date: 2011-01-04 02:38 am (UTC)
Nick blinks and then presses his fingers into his eyes lightly with an annoyed sigh, willing away the memories.

"Sorry." He reaches for his coat and swords. "I should probably go home. Thank you, for the sparring and the scotch."
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