"You're pretty!" Nick grinned, slumping himself down into Monroe's arms.

"Yeah and you're drunk!"

"No, I really mean it! You're just so pretty!" Nick smiled, grinning up at his best, and only friend.

"Well thanks, Nick. You too." The older man laughed.

"You don't mean that. Like, I really, really mean it cause I love you." The younger man yawned.

Everything went silent and Monroe glanced down at a sleeping Nick curled up on his lap.

"You know I mean it, Nick. Since the moment you knocked down my door, threw yourself on top of me, accused me of murder and raided my house, I thought wasn't even mad, I just thought, damn, I've gotta have that. I didn't really know what to do about it cause I mean it's completely unheard of, someone like me, developing an attraction for a Grimm, yet here I am completely and utterly in love with you. I feel alive when I'm with you, I feel like my life finally has a purpose. It's like that stupid Bon Jovi song you're always singing when you're over here.

'I'll be there till the stars don't shine, till the heavens burst and the words don't rhyme. I know when I die, you'll be on my mind and I'll love you, always.'

I really do love you, Nick. And I mean it." Monroe stared at his best friend sleeping peacefully in his lap. He smiled and kissed his head before following suit and falling asleep with the younger man.

He knew it would hurt in the morning when Nick won't remember any of this. But he didn't seem to mind all that much, cause this was enough for now.