Nikolai held my hand tight as we walked back to the parked car. We were both silent, and I wasn't sure what to tell him. I wondered if he was okay, I he still felt weird about the gig, or if it was something else.
Without a word, he opened the door for me, then turned, his eyes meeting mine.
"Get in."
I nodded obediently, then got into the car, a small sigh escaping him. Instead of starting the car, he lay back, his hand resting on the small space between us, his eyes closed.
Slowly, I moved my hand to him, then slowly rested my hand on his, my wyes watching him. He turned to me, his eyes sober, his head still laying back on the headrest.
"Are you okay?"
I asked, moving my fingers slowly around his hand.
He gave a small laugh. "I am not even sure why I brought you out tonight."
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