Synopsis: Levi is abruptly dumped by Dr. Nico Kim which leaves him struggling to let go. Especially when Dr. Kim keeps popping up in his life.

AN: It's too compelling not to write! Thank you, Grey's for the inspiration. I'm just too impatient to wait to see what happens so I'm making up my own outcome. This will be multiple chapters since I can't help my need to make this way too detailed. I have very little medical knowledge so I'll only touch on it a little.

Chapter ONE

"Stop staring at him."

"I'm not! There happens to be a window behind him and I'm checking the…weather."

The covert look Levi received from his fellow intern and newly appointed confidant, Helm, was knowing. She knew about everything since Levi couldn't keep what happened with Dr. Kim a secret. He had to talk about it to someone else for it to remain real. He, Levi Schmitt, had kissed a man in an elevator and enjoyed it only to be dumped not two minutes minute later. It barely felt like a vital point in his life, it had been so quick. And if he just ignored it long enough, he could forget the kiss. But he pressed the replay button willingly and relived it in his mind, that irresistible gravity Dr. Nico Kim exuded over him made Levi realize he never wanted to forget.

On the contrary, he wanted to find out more, feel more of what he felt for just those few heartbeats in that square compartment sucking in another man's hot exhalations. He recalled his sexual experiences then replaced his past partners with Dr. Kim which made his curiosity that much stronger at how right it all could feel. A fog had been lifted and he realized the answer to his relationship conundrums—why they always ended so stale. Never heart break just…disappointment. Always hoping the next woman in his life would make the difference.

Just a moment in that elevator was the first time he felt passion for another human being. It was addicting. It was close to how he felt about his medical career. Sex had never made him feel that way before. Sure, it felt good but the way he heard friends talk about it made Levi think they were just exaggerating.

Fingers snapping in his face brought his vision back to the cafeteria. Helm was still fixing him with a knowing look.

"Stop thinking about it." She deadpanned as she returned to reading her notes on leishmaniasis.

"I know! But if I'm not thinking of my patients then I'm thinking of him. How do I make it stop? Its been five days already. I think I might be coming down with an illness…Could it be an illness?" Helm watched him raise a palm to his forehead and rolled her eyes.

"You aren't sick, you're gay." She stood and he followed suit only to knock over his coffee and slosh the remainder of the mug's contents onto the table. He looked around nervously, eyes briefly looking in the direction that truly mattered only to realize no one cared about a conversation between a couple of second year interns. Dr. Kim still kept his attention on those he dined with, a charming smile sculpting whatever conversation he was leading. Luckily, he mopped up the small mess quickly enough to catch up with the retreating Helm who was headed to General Surgery. It wasn't his rotation but he had time to waste before checking in on Dr. Peirce's heart trans post op. Luckily, his ortho stent was shortened when he volunteered to help Peirce which made her take a shining to him. Cardio wasn't bad, he'd consider it.

"Wh—what do you think I should do then?" He really was at a loss. Apparently to be in a gay relationship, you first had to have experience. At least that was the consensus from that evening. Was he applying for a job or was their connection not about personal feelings?

"Do you really want my advice? I'm not any better." Levi caught Helm's longing look that wasn't subtle at all in Dr. Grey's direction through the blinds. The impressive woman was currently talking to her pending liver transplant patient who seemed to be very busy matching up everyone in the hospital. Was all of Grey-Sloan so preoccupied with relationships these days? It was catching.

"Maybe I should just focus on this." He sighed, brandishing his iPad and readjusting his glasses when they felt a little too tight on his face. Why didn't he just switch to the contacts already? They were wasting away in a drawer he never takes time to reopen.

Helm finally stopped their small party at the nurse station, picking up an iPad from the stacks and gave a sigh of her own. "No. I mean yes, focus on work but don't ignore an integral part of who you are. That's unhealthy. Explore who you are but just not with him."

It seemed like sound advice. Levi mulled it over. Did the attraction to Dr. Kim extend to any man? It certainly wasn't solely the doctor's personality that drew Levi in—they barely knew each other! No, there was definitely a physical element that was stronger and Levi could work with that. He always did like experiments and finding the solutions.

"You're right. Forget Dr. Kim and I'll learn from someone else. Someone willing. Patient." Not an asshole. He added in his mind. Dr. Kim's abrupt dismissal was painful if Levi dared to dwell on it for too long. He could handle rejection (and has proven it many times) but when the ortho god perused him so aggressively only to withdraw abruptly—it was a hard pill to swallow. The uneasiness tended to linger as a cold sharp feeling in his gut as if an opportunity had been snatched from his fingers all because the man that had kissed him lacked patience.

"And I bet I'm not half bad."

"Please stop talking." Helm groaned out, no doubt cringing at whatever mental images she was producing at the concept. Levi just smirked in response.

He'd find someone better.

"What are you doing tomorrow night? I'm eager to get started." His voice lit up but in the back of his mind were the familiar hungry dark eyes that made his stomach do flips. Could he ever forget him? Helm gave him a funny look.

"What?"

"You're a strange man, that's all."

"So I'm told." Even by Dr. Kim. Shut up.

Helm snorted and began to walk away again only for Levi to follow close behind, "Hey, wait! You and me, let's go to a gay bar together. Be my wingman…wingess?"

She groaned again with irritation, "Alright! As long as you stop following me around! Go away." She mumbled to him at the end before hurrying away.

"I'm gone." He said, hands up in surrender but with a smile. It'll be okay. He'll figure this out just like he figured out medical school. The odds were against him then, but look at how things turned out. Dr. Kim wasn't going to get the best of him just like insufficient funds hadn't. If he was anything, it was that he was incorrigible when it came to something he was passionate about.

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Levi had started his research from the very beginning when Dr. Kim had merely winked at him. He did a laughable online 'am I gay' quiz for adolescents which he scored an impressive 89% homosexual on. He found out there were categories of different gay men which made him wince at possibly being referred to as a 'twink'. He even went the distance and went to the gay side of his favorite porn site which showed him way more than he was ready for. He now understood why there was a high percentage of foreign object removal surgeries. Forever scarred, all that had been left was to pick the night life he'd be exposing himself to. Socializing was unnecessary until his internship started, going to Joe's Bar was a new routine that most at Grey-Sloan Memorial Hospital used as a therapeutic sigh at the end of a long shift. He found that he liked it so stepping it up to clubbing couldn't be any worse.

He had found a mixed club online called 'To the Beat' which was reviewed as welcoming to any sexual orientation and excitedly told Helm about the spot. It was Friday, the day they had planned to go out. Uncoincidentally, their plans coincided with their next morning off from being on call. They could sleep off whatever disaster followed from the excursion.

"You could find someone too, maybe." He sounded hopeful to completely sell the experience to her.

She looked less than hopeful in return but still produced a small smile behind the hand holding her head up, "I'm coming but I very much doubt that."

His pager beeped, his patient was in bad condition. He promptly rushed from the lockers and made the long trek into the cardiac wing of the hospital to his room to find Dr. Nico Kim already there doling out orders to the nurses standing by as he laid the patient supine to administer CPR. Levi almost felt as if he ran into a brick wall when those eyes briefly caught awareness of his presence but he mentally slapped himself to be of use. Swiftly, Levi briefed himself on the situation: PVT, shock into sinus rhythm. He was handed the defibrillator paddles and he placed them midclavicular and midaxillary.

"Clear." The electricity was administered through the middle-aged man and they all watched the monitor for sinus rhythm. The EKG showed appropriate complexes, Levi checked with his stethoscope and a quick pulse reading.

"We have sinus rhythm. Did anyone page Dr. Peirce?" He said a little shakenly and he tried to relax his shoulders. He still wasn't used to patients coding. When he received confirmation, only then did he allow another look in his direction. Dr. Kim was out of place, an ortho fellow in a cardio patient's exam room. But Nico Kim was never unconfident or awkward. How did he manage it?

"What are you doing here?" He heard himself asking casually, trying not to gulp. Act like nothing happened just like he seems intent on doing. Indeed, Dr. Kim had kept every encounter since their fallout professional and they were never alone. Levi was sure his eyes always betrayed him asking 'why' but the captivating Dr. Kim was taciturn.

Now however, Dr. Kim gave his own cautious look to the smaller doctor in the room, a look only Levi could recognize as something more than the usual regard since they shared a rather unfortunate past encounter.

"I was closest to assist. Seems as though this patient is in capable hands until Dr. Peirce arrives. Excuse me." He said rather stiffly but still gracefully exited which made the intern huff in his wake. He had to stay put until Dr. Pierce was present lest the patient entered V-tach again. Which he did.

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The evening had ended on a bad note. Dr. Peirce couldn't revive the patient on the OR table due to internal bleeding that ultimately went undetected. They didn't have time enough to locate and repair the laceration which lead to a time of death. He had stood by Dr. Peirce and absorbed as much information as he could on how to deliver such devastating news to a family expecting anything but.

After finishing his notes on all his patients for the day, Levi got dressed into his casual clothes for the club. The lockers were blessedly free of Dr. Kim. He only had interview clothes for formal attire and somehow that felt wrong to wear to a place where he was finding himself—sexually. He instead chose a plaid button down to leave open above a graphic t-shirt and blue jeans.

"You're pulling out all the stops tonight." He detected the sarcasm very easily as he walked up to Helm who he met at the front entrance to Grey-Sloan. Levi rocked back on his heels good naturedly.

"Thanks, you look great by the way." And she did. She had appropriate night life attire with shiny textures and stylish boots.

"Thanks. Let's go get drunk." She said curtly, leading the way out.

"So, you too huh?" He said empathetically.

"Oh yeah. Got scolded harshly for leaving a syringe full of morphine unattended. I deserved it."

They talked all the way to the club, and yes, it was about work. They bounced ideas off of each other and discussed medical advances that were in the latest journal issued that month. When they finally got past the line for 'To the Beat' they realize it was aptly named. The music was a constant thump, thump in their ears and everyone moved to it like the soundwaves were life giving heart beats. The lights never were still, they pulsated and flashed and twirled in their own dance and Levi never felt more irregular for being a part of it.

He felt Helm grab his upper arm to alert her that she was speaking, "We need a drink first!"

She seemed well established with acclimating to the scene so he allowed himself to just go with the flow and drink whatever she ordered. It had been brown and strong and he downed two shot glasses of it. Helm laughed at his scrunched-up face before taking in the crowd around them. Levi mimicked and noted all the different types of people that seemed to move at once. He inevitably made eye contact with some people which he unintentionally shied away from with a quick look elsewhere.

Come on! He psyched himself up as much as he could mentally. How hard could it be intentionally to find a guy when he just so happened to stumble upon it the first time?

"Let's go dance!" He tried yelling over the music but noticed he had to pantomime instead since he didn't possess a commanding voice at all. She nodded at his modest jig and point at the dance floor. He could feel the alcohol encumbering his movements, but began to shrink his insecurities. He was pretty sure it was a bad thing that alcohol would further boost his clumsiness but in turn, the alcohol didn't care about that at all. They danced together, becoming a part of the circulatory system that was the club. He laughed as much as Helm did at their particularly bad moves. They continued to groove through two more songs without slowing down.

Even if Levi didn't achieve what he set out to do tonight, doing this was just fine too.

Past his foggy lenses, and past the flailing limbs, Levi caught the eyes of a man sitting at the expansive bar. He was casually leaning his back against the high counter, seated and tending to a tumbler which he raised in acknowledgement. Levi blinked, unsure if he was really this man's target and looked behind him. No one else was preoccupied with sights of the bar. Helm had really loosened up after her shots and was holding his left arm, making it dance when he stopped. She found it hilarious as she continued to hop around to the fast-paced music; her blonde hair flying about.

Someone else invaded his personal space, a waitress with bestowing a beverage. She deposited it in his dubious but accepting hand, giving her a confused look. She smiled shortly and just redirected his attention to the bar where he was still being watched by the man with the similar drink. Did people really do this? He'd only seen it in movies. Studying the drink, and giving Helm a questioning look, Levi wondered what happened next. She had also looked to the bar and gave a mighty shrug and smiled bigger than he had ever seen her smile.

"Go! I'll be here, dancing on the dance floor!" She really liked to dance it seemed.

Levi knew he was already nervous (it was a character flaw) but the jitters were smothered in alcohol so he barely recognized it as he slowly made his way back to the bar. The man he got closer to he could tell was taller than him, his soft red jean clad legs extended well past the stool, he wore a fitted black vest with nothing underneath. Wasn't he cold? Levi took in the suave blonde hair and dark blue eyes. He was well built in his biceps, his sinewy forearms had tattoos littered throughout and balanced his torso against the bar. He couldn't be older than Levi but didn't look like he was in his teenage years either.

"Hi, thanks for the drink!" He hadn't made the decision to trust a drink from a stranger yet so it sat full in its tumbler, ice refracting whatever light sequence bouncing off the white walls. The man didn't make it a secret he was assessing Levi. He looked down and back up Levi's stature and smirked at his cronies who were also taking up seating around him. Levi fidgeted, feeling uncomfortable. Hopefully the man had heard him, there was no way he could pantomime an entire conversation.

"You're welcome, lovely. Come to hang out with me?" The man finally answered and Levi tried to digest the endearment being aimed at him. No one had ever called him 'lovely' before. He watched the man's posse—that seemed an appropriate word for them—as they took the hint and stood to relocate. Levi watched them go, feeling utterly inadequate since they were all equally stylish. Models maybe?

He felt fingers wrap around his wrist and was pulled to the stool next to the man. He was comfortable with informalities which subconsciously set a precedence on the entire meeting.

"I-I'm Levi, it's nice to meet you!" He said as he set his drink down and sat up on the stool. That warm hand still held him securely and the look he received was reminiscent to the one he had received from Dr. Kim. It sent shivers down his spine. Were all gay men so forward? And to prove his point, the man leaned his long torso towards Levi, his arm encompassing the space at the bar in front of the intern. Levi watched the man's face grew closer until they were sideburn to sideburn. The man talked against his ear, softer now.

"Everyone calls me Jude. Tell me, Levi, is this what you normally wear?"

Levi felt himself blush, recognizing a slight and began to pull away to save himself from the familiar feeling of being humiliated by someone who thought themselves better than him. But Jude just followed his retreat to keep speaking.

"Because it's cute. You're effortlessly sexy." Levi checked the man's face for any signs of malice but couldn't find a trace of it behind those locks of gold hair slightly obstructing his eyes. Could it really be this easy? The opposite sex was so much more complicated to woo. All it took was existing in the gay community apparently.

"You're lying." Levi heard himself say but still couldn't help his smile as he looked down at the hand still softly holding his wrist. It wasn't an uncomfortable connection. In fact, Levi cherished it, it was rare he had physical contact with anyone let alone with an Adonis with perfect bone structure and a husky voice. So, he found Jude attractive. That was a good start to the experiment.

Jude stayed close but kept eye contact this time, his lips tugging in a small smile as he talked. "Why would I lie to you?"

Indeed, why would Jude waste his money and time if this was a joke? It could be an elaborate one.

"How old are you?!" He asked Jude and the amused man got close again to speak intimately close.

"Twenty-three. I'm a model for hire at the right price. Need anything advertised?" Jude was joking about the sales pitch but Levi was overwhelmed by the man's charisma and wished he could possess just a portion of it for himself. Twenty-three was old enough to grow out of bullying, right?

"That's cool, I'm Twenty-five. A surgical resident. You really find me attractive?" The conversation was abruptly back to his disbelief. He was talking to a different level of human being named Jude that cared about his hair and style and he was actually interested in hearing what Levi had to say? Even his colleagues dismissed him most of the time.

"Sexy was the word I used." Jude's hand traveled down to Levi's hand and lifted it, "And knowing that these hands can revive me is hella hot." He nipped the tip of Levi's ring finger playfully while sending the smaller man a heated look. The action definitely sent pleasure signals to his brain as he sat there with his mouth slightly open, not knowing how to react. He might actually be the one needing resuscitation. Levi decided to be honest as he leaned in to make sure Jude heard him clearly. In no way was this compelling conversation but he was curious what reaction the man would have to what he had to say. And it was better to find out now rather than repeat what happened with Dr. Kim.

"I think you should know, I've only kissed one man before and that was my only gay…homosexual experience. Is that a turn off?" He pulled back to judge the reaction this—no doubt—expert would have to a total beginner. The predatory gaze was still there which had Levi avoiding his gaze. the music was still the same techno pounding that gave them a modicum of privacy as Jude leaned forward again, this time using his other hand to hold Levi's chin as he spoke in a low tone.

"Quite the opposite. In fact, I proposition you finish that drink and I'll show you what you've been missing, lovely." Jude wasn't as built as Dr. Kim, his eyes didn't smolder as strongly as his but Jude did have Levi trying to catch his breath at the promise. This was it. Someone willing to teach him. Was it too soon? Jude noticed the small amount of doubt crossing over his face and seemed determined to wash it away. He inched his face towards Levi's and tilted but stopped short a mere few inches. Levi's breath hitched as he looked down at the lips that spoke.

"May I? I'm terribly tempted." Jude could be a male siren, Levi was drawn in by the alluring man's hold.

"Oh, y-yeah, okay." He couldn't believe this was happening. Jude's twitching smile descended on his slack lips and they were kissing. Levi's heart leaped in a familiar addicting way it had the first time he was kissed by a man but realized this kiss was softer; less urgent. Why had it been so desperate with Dr. Kim? His kiss had been claiming while Jude's was an invitation.

Was he feeling disappointment again? Levi stamped it down and kissed back in defiance. This was what he wanted. It had to be. Levi felt Jude's tongue taste his bottom lip and was nipped again flirtatiously before the kiss ended. Jude pulled back a lot now, relinquishing Levi's hand and chin and motioned to the tumbler.

"Drink up and I promise you'll know what a true male orgasm feels like in my California king." Jude smirked at what must have been a comical expression on Levi's face before facing the dance floor again. It was too fast wasn't it? Could he really go through with this? He hadn't brought condoms. But this was what he was looking for! He could just stop by a store. Too bad gas stations didn't sell STD tests. Levi bit his lip when he flashed back to Dr. Kim's rejection. If he went through with Jude's invitation tonight then just maybe it would be enough for Dr. Kim to—that was dumb. He shouldn't do this to impress anyone. It was his call. He'd do this for himself because this led to the answers he was missing.

Shaking his head and scoffing at his oscillating mind, Levi picked up the drink only to have a hand weigh it back down to the counter with a clatter by covering the rim. Frowning up the length of that arm and up to the bulging bicep and shoulder, Levi lost all train of thought when he was met by a very serious Nico Kim. The tall man's eyes bore into Jude in a less than friendly manner.

"Hello there, 'neko'." Jude smiled almost impishly behind his own glass. Nico gripped Levi's glass and insistently pried it from his fingers; sliding the beverage out of reach.

"Don't drink that. You're still pulling your disgusting tricks, Jude?" Levi looked back and forth to both men who regarded each other with barely veiled disdain.

"You two know each other?" How was his luck so bad that he'd run into Dr. Kim here?

Jude sat up straight now and regarded them both with a soberer tone, "Unfortunate acquaintances, nothing more. Maybe you and I should leave early, Levi? Its suddenly crowded."

Levi looked to the dancefloor and realized Helm had migrated to a booth and was sitting with Dr. Lincoln, talking rather animatedly.

"I can't leave my friend…"

"She appears otherwise engaged. Too bad he's straight. I think she can do without you for one night, lovely." With Dr. Kim hovering over him, Levi began to feel his interest in Jude wavering. The model was too insistent and something about his disregard for Dr. Kim was bothering him. Levi shifted in his seat a little on edge under the intense gazes he was receiving from Jude and Dr. Kim and only felt the need to retreat.

"Bathroom." Was all he could manage to say before hopping down from the stool towards the back of the club. When he made it behind the door to a much calmer scene, only then did he release a breath he was holding in. What was this night becoming?

The door swung open again a moment later and revealed Dr. Kim who Levi watched seethe through the reflection of the mirror. His shoulders were tense as he shifted his feet before he addressed Levi.

"Really? You like Jude? You can't possibly be thinking of hooking up with him." It was like the taller man had decided it wouldn't transpire if he could do everything to prevent it.

Levi cocked his head and crossed his arms, turning to properly talk with Dr. Kim, "…I was thinking about it."

He watched Dr. Kim drop his head in disapproval, exhaling a single hard breath from his nostrils, "Obviously you have something on your mind. But I don't see how it is any of your business."

He tried to stay calm in the presence of the man that changed him and slighted him in such short time. To retain the act, he busied himself with washing his hands; Jude's teeth still a phantom caress on his ring finger. Look nonchalant and maybe he could fool even himself with the façade.

"Since your infatuation with him is on a whim, you don't realize yet that Jude is scum. He doses his conquests with ecstasy so they are easier to bed." Levi paused in drying his hands at that revelation and looked into the mirror so their eyes made contact. "Since the drug increases sensitivity, using it makes him seem like a sex god."

"And no one ever reports him to the police?"

"He's a gremlin with a pretty face, influence and money, so no, they don't complain and some don't even realize he's done it. He's just lucky the club community is lax on drug use and no one has had an adverse reaction." From the horrified look on Levi's face, Nico Kim sighed after a long drawn out silence.

"I'm sorry. I'm sure I'm the last person you want to see right now." Dr. Kim's sculpted jawline was clenched so tight, it pulsated. He looked ready to run in another direction, as if actually Levi was the last person he wanted to see right now. Levi noticed that stung more than it should. He wouldn't torture the man any more than he had to by making more conversation.

"Thanks... Well, you'll have to excuse me. I have to decline Jude's offer of a 'true male orgasm'." He should've known there would be a stipulation that came with how easy it was to grab Jude's attention. Feeling more than embarrassed to have to be rescued, Levi wanted to leave as quickly as possible and dropped his head as he passed by. But he was encumbered due to a hand splayed across his chest stopping him just a few feet in front of Nico Kim.

"Huh? What is it?" He glanced up in apprehension. Dr. Kim shook his head as he dropped his hand.

"There's no need. I already told him to leave." The ortho fellow's eyes narrowed at the thought but Levi was truly perplexed.

"Why? I could've handled it, I'm not—

"You were almost drugged tonight. Levi, you are so new to all of this, you can't handle—"

When Levi gave him a glare, Dr. Kim paused and did a placating gesture with his hands before continuing, "Look, if I hadn't noticed Helm when I did you could've been…I'm sorry, I'm just…very frustrated."

It was almost intriguing to the shorter man how unusually tongue-tied Nico Kim was exhibiting but Levi had bigger concerns that distracted from it.

Levi wasn't quick to anger, his entire life he always put himself in their perspective to try to understand the other person before giving into baser instincts of retaliating harshly. It always led to him being labeled a pushover when he'd diffused situations by relenting. But he could not empathize with Dr. Kim's frustration, the other man's tone of voice ignited his own indignation as he did the one thing he rarely would do. But it seemed to become a regular default when it came to Nico Kim: Levi just reacted.

"That's not fair. You pursued me, not the other way around. You don't get to treat me like I'm incompetent when it was also you who pushed me away. And subsequently, I get ignored for little other than my lack of experience?! I was left to find the answers on my own, you're the one who threw me to the sharks!" Maybe he was picking up on Dr. Kim's riled up energy or maybe it was the alcohol but it had been quite some time since his last outburst and he realized that last part wasn't entirely true but he was angry. At this point, Levi could find a way to blame Nico Kim for half the world's issues if he had enough time.

But Dr. Kim did have enough humility to look ashamed. His eyebrows knitted and formed a wrinkle between them as Levi had talked and stayed tense long after.

"Would you believe me if I told you how bad I feel about doing that to you?" Dr. Kim had a wounded look that made Levi faulter because it was an affective expression of regret. Trying to look anywhere else but at the tall man before him, Levi fired back, "Depends on when you started to feel bad."

"Immediately after I walked away, I knew I was wrong. I handled your confession poorly. I should've taken more time to appropriately withdraw my affections."

Levi returned to looking at Dr. Kim incredulously, "So you don't regret turning me down, you only regret the way you did it!" A brief unbelieving laugh came from Levi and he threw up his hands, trying to leave the bathroom again. The door opened, stopping him as a couple of rowdy clubbers entered, slowing him down. This gave Nico Kim time enough to grab Levi's wrist.

"Let me buy you a drink at Joe's. We can talk there."

Levi was ready to turn him down but became pensive and curious. What more could they possibly have to say to one another? It seemed as though Dr. Kim was seeking redemption and hadn't found it yet, it was plain from the desperation in his dark eyes. Levi hated he was willing to give him the chance but also approached the issue from a professional standpoint. They couldn't work together saving lives like this. It would be a toxic environment.

"Fine, just…let go." He took his wrist back, sending uneasy looks through the clear rims of her glasses, worried about what was to come. He hadn't really considered Dr. Kim's slight as something he had to forgive. He was used to rejection but he wasn't used to rejection and then backseat driving regarding his life choices as he tried to move on from the person who did the rejecting. He was learning that Nico Kim was also a strange man.

AN: Let me know what you think. Feedback helps a lot. Chapter two is 70% done!