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Nick blinked. He was feeling good. Really, really good. He was curled up in a chair in Dex and Izzy’s living room with a beer, watching them going back and forth on whether or not Dex was being too hard on his brother. At some point, Jonny had come back and joined them, all three housemates scrunched up next to each other on the couch.
“I’m not saying he’s a total pain in the arse,” Dex was saying. “Just that he is currently a pain in my arse.”
“He’s having trouble adjusting, Dexter,” Izzy countered. She wasn’t entirely sober, so adjusting came out sounding slurred. It was pretty cute. Nick took another sip, then told himself to chill out with that. He was riding a good sort of buzz he didn’t want to tip over into messy drunk territory. He had to watch it.
Jonny was currently eyebal
