Nik feels like he’s going to barf all over everything. He also feels incredibly hungry, the growls coming from his stomach shaking him to his core and making him groan. His arm is slung around a pair of shoulders, something he’s aware of, but isn’t particularly worried about at this moment.

He clutches his stomach and bends over, the other figure coming with him. “When did you last eat?” he hears.

“Hmm,” he thinks. Curry at…. “3.”

“No fucking wonder you got so drunk,” is whispered into Nik’s ear and he looks up, eyes connecting with cool blue ones. He feels his cheeks flair as his eyes roam the blonde man’s face, gaze drinking in the sharp features. Finn…

“Pretty,” Nik giggles and he’s distracted until his stomach grumbles again and he groans. A ding plays in his ear and he’s being led into what he thinks is an elevator. Finn presses a button and it glows white, Nik barely catches as the other man mumbles something about getting Nik something to eat when they reach his apartment.

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Leading Nik into his apartment, Finn sighs from relief when he can finally toss the drunkard onto his couch. Nik flops almost gracefully, his hair splaying on the cushion under him. Finn scratches at the back of his head and begins to think about what he should do now, almost in half an attempt to forget about Nik’s comment outside the elevator. To forget about the way that Nik looks right now. The situation he’s found himself in.

Nik’s adorable, dressed in a button down and slacks, a completely wrong club attire. He can’t hold his alcohol, he doesn’t know not to drink on an empty stomach, he didn’t plan on a way home. He truly is like no one Finn has ever met before.

“Let me get you some water,” he murmurs, unsure and uncaring if Nik actually heard him or not. He makes his way into the kitchen, reaching immediately for the fridge.

“He said he was an engineer…” he thinks out loud, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge, letting the cool bottle calm his racing mind for just a moment. “I could use an assistant...”

He shakes his head. He kills whatever hope bubbles up in his chest at the thought of being able to work with Nik, to get closer to him. He could be a great asset to the company, sure, but Finn saw through his weak reasoning for the true selfish nature of his thoughts. He just wants to see. What’s his deal? What does he do? What is he like?

Finn slams the fridge door closed and walks over to his snack cabinet, sighing at the vastly empty space, spare a few bags. He grabs a random bag and tucks it under his arm, almost sure Nik won’t care about what he was shovelling into his mouth.

He lives so far from the building, Finn continues to chastise himself. He has no real world experience, he probably can’t even read fucking blueprints. It’s not my job to train the newbies.

Now he was just being an asshole. Oh well.

Finn quietly hands the bottle of water to Nik who takes it in shaky hands. He concentrates hard on the cap as he twists it gently and manages to get it off. He brings the bottle to his lips and tilts it up, managing to get some into his mouth, but the rest dribbles over his lips and down his chin, landing on his pants and soaking them.

Finn swears and lunges forward, grabbing the bottle out of Nik’s hand. Nik’s eyes blink closed slowly and he looks down at himself, seemingly uncaring about the mess he’s just made. Finn hands him the bag of chips instead as a trade and Nik tears into them, not even glancing at the label.

“What the fuck have I gotten myself into?” Finn murmurs to himself, dragging a hand down his face. He glances over at Nik and pauses, the other man’s eyes scanning over the various papers that are scattered across Finn’s coffee table.

“Hmm?” Finn leans over the back of the couch, propping himself up on his elbows. “What are you looking at?”

Nik sets the bag of chips aside and leans forward, studying the mess. Finn sighs and makes his way around the couch. “Shit, sorry about the mess. Here, I can clean it up-”

“Strange buildings,” Nik says, his words slightly slurred, but his tone of slight amusement shines bright. Finn’s brow furrows and he sits down on the couch, peeking at the blueprint on top. It’s a building Finn designed, though it is arguably strange in the way he designed it. He’s eccentric, what can he say.

“You can read these?” Finn tries to ask, but Nik doesn’t answer. His hand pushes a paper over, revealing another one underneath.

Finn grabs the paper and hands it over to Nik. “Tell me what this is.”

Nik thinks for a moment. “Subway?”

Finn cracks a smile and pats Nik on the back. “You weren’t fucking around about that engineering degree,” Finn laughs as Nik waves the paper a bit. “The drunk knows how to read.”

“Just cause I’m drunk doesn’t mean I can’t pick out an engineer’s nightmare,” Nik’s brows furrow and Finn can’t help but smile.

Guess things were going Finn’s way after all.