"Calm down, Nicolas ... You've gotten through worse then this." the man spoke to himself with gritted teeth as he lowered his gun and rubbed at his temple. It had only been a good three hours since Ellis had found that buddy 'Keith' of his in the restroom, and already Nick was going crazy. And it wasn't just him. As if Coach hadn't been acting weird enough, now he was nearly foaming at the mouth, trying to stop from telling the two 'buddies' that were wandering ahead to shut up. And as difficult as it was for Coach, it was about a thousand times more difficult for Nick.
It was so sad, how he felt jealousy pooling inside of him with every little word either of the two men spoke to each other. He wasn't going to lie; That 'Keith' seemed like someone a hick like Ellis would get along well with. Too well. And he didn't like that one bit. Why, oh why, did he have to just realize how attached he'd grown to Ellis? That now he felt as if the only way to keep the damn hick safe was to possess him? And yeah, that was meant just how it sounded, too. But what could he say … he was a conman. It was in his nature to not care what others thought of him.
And so he didn't. But that didn't always apply for the person he was directing his anger towards. How surprising it was, to see Keith occasionally turn his head and stare, only to burst out laughing after Ellis would lean closer and whisper something, then slap his leg and give a loud 'hoot'. What in the hell were those guys talking about!? He urged himself to get closer, to follow them and listen in on all their secrets. Then again, there was another half of him telling himself to just shoot Keith in the head and get it over with. Though something told him if he did that, there would be no possible way he'd earn Ellis's... he hated to use the word, but all he could think of for such a thing was 'love'. That, or Keith just wouldn't die. All those stories had got him believing the man walking alongside 'his' Ellis was immortal, or at least something along those lines.
"Ah, thurr we go!" Ellis said as he threw open the door to the safehouse and Keith gave a loud, thankful sigh. Both Nick and Coach, however, seemed more then a little unhappy about the fact they would be sharing the small safehouse with both Ellis and Keith. The night would be torture for half of the group, or so it seemed.
"Ahh, Coach …" Nick mumbled, patting the man on the back as he shook his head and walked into the bedroom. "Goodluck." He spoke in a husky voice before shutting the door and, surprisingly, locking it. Nick stood and stared, gun shaking in his hand and eyes twitching as he set to the far end of the room and listened unhappily to Keith and Ellis as they talked.
And talked. And talked. And talked. And just when Nick was about to jump up and give the two a good beating, Keith stood from the ground and pulled off his cap. "Well, El … Er, whatcha' face … I'm kinda tired, ya' know? Think that big guy likes me 'nough to let me room up with 'im?" Immediately Ellis nodded while Nick smirked and shrugged. "Never know until you try, right?" he spoke. Payback for making him sit with those two. God, what torture. "Hey, thanks man! I can see why Ellis likes ya' so much!" the man spoke, patting Nick on the shoulder and making him cringe before picking the lock of the door and heading inside with a loud yawn.
At those words, Nick turned to look at Ellis, who was, for once, being silent and looking out the bars on the door. "What'd he mean by that, 'El'?" Nick asked, arching a brow and leaning forward. Ellis still didn't talk. Rather, he just slightly puffed out his cheeks and turned his body the other way, knee's pulled to his chest and gun resting between him. "What? Embarrassed to tell me something, kid?" the elder asked with a snicker as he crawled closer. Oh, how much like a mother he felt at the moment, but he was hoping it would all be worth it. And it was, thank god.
"Hey." He whispered just as soon as he was close enough, wrapping his arms around the others torso and pulling him close, smirking when he heard the surprised gasp and saw the other start to struggle to get free. "You ignoring me, Ellis?" Nick questioned, imitating the boys accent as he moved to press his lips to the kids ear.
"He-Hell naw, I ain't ignoring ya'! But even if I was, goddammit, I ain't no teddy bear!" Ellis yelled, face just slightly red as he continued to try and free himself. Nick covered his mouth with one of his hands and frowned. "Shush up, overalls, or else your buddy and Coach might hear." Immediately Ellis did as he was told. Almost. He quieted himself, but other then that, he still kept whispering questions like, 'What 're ya doin'?' and so on and so on. After about the fifth time he was asked, Nick rolled his eyes and removed his hand, then turned Ellis around so that they were facing each other.
"If you were patient enough, maybe you'd find out." Was the only reply he gave before smashing their lips together.