2 Works in Patrick Gill/Nick Robinson
good ol' polytrio shenanigans. the world needs more nick/pat/griff
They did end up at a local park, taking one of the smaller trails. Nick watched the other man out of the side of his vision as they walked, a cool breeze ruffling his bangs. He felt a desperate desire arise within him to just know--even if only for a moment, the briefest of glimpses--anything that was going on within Pat’s mind. His face was almost always contemplatively still, and Nick implored the universe for some sort of answer.
“You ever wonder how birds have sex?” Pat asked out of the blue, pointing to a pair of birds fluttering out from a nearby tree.
Nick thought hanging out with Patrick would be simple and relaxing, but perhaps that was his first mistake--first of many, many mistakes that night. Even then, something about that mysterious man kept pulling him back in.