The Addiction
Summary: Greg needs help. NickGreg.
A.N.: I had to make him suffer. Tee-hee. DRABBLE - so don't go on at me for it being too short!
"Why are you doing this to me?" Greg asked, tears streaming down his face.
"I'm sorry, honey. I love you, really. But we can't go on like this. You're not yourself. You're addicted," Nick replied, a tear leaking out of his own eyes. He stretched out and enveloped Greg in his arms. "I'm sorry."
He pulled out and kissed Greg soundly, tears mixing. Greg choked up and pushed Nick away, crawled onto the couch and curled up into a ball.
"I'm sorry," Nick whispered as he walked into the kitchen and picked up the brown paper bag. He walked over to the sink and turned on the tap. He sighed and tipped the coffee beans of Greg's precious Blue Hawaiian coffee down the drain. Feeling a presence in the room, he turned to see Greg hovering in the doorway. Nick walked over to him and pulled him into his arms.
"Thank you," Greg whispered into his ear. "I couldn't have done that."
"You're welcome baby." Nick wiped Greg's tears away and took his hand, kissing his thumb lightly. "Now, let's go get you something with less caffeine in it."
THE END