Nick’s sitting next to Jess, who keeps not looking over at him really conspicuously, in that way that lets him know that she’s worried about him. (Her eyes take up 3/4ths of her face, he can’t help but notice when she keeps darting them real quick in his direction.) he can’t help but notice when she keeps darting them real quick in his direction.) He wishes she’d stop looking at him even while he’s grateful to have her there, like he’s indignant that she’s worried but he also kind of wants to hold her hand. It’s confusing. He balls his hands into fists and crosses his arms in front of his chest instead. (Chicago-fic. Canon-compliant if you want it to be.)
Fic can be found at AO3.
I haven’t read it I’m going to read it now I’m sure it’s exactly what Donna says it is go read it too if you like writing because Allison’s writing is tops yay