The idea of not having been here—of Nick going to sleep with grit from the street still in his skin—makes Andy unaccountably furious. “This shirt is coming off now. No, don’t you dare try to unbutton it with your hands in that state.” He loosens Nick’s tie and pulls it over his head, then undoes the top button, then the next, all the while trying not to think about the fact that he’s undressing Nick. Which, he tells himself, is what he’d do for any friend in this situation. Hell, he’d probably do it for a stranger. But he doesn’t think it would feel this way with anyone else. He doesn’t think
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