29 Quotes About Nick-o-flaherty

This could work out pretty nice for both of us, Nicko. I’ve never been with anyone where it was so easy so fast. Where it felt like home. But you’ve always been home to me.

We’ve already altered our relationship with last night,” Nick said. “We’ll never get that back.”“I know,” Kelly said softly.“We can stop here and just go to sleep.”Kelly narrowed his eyes, a smile flitting across his lips. “You’re going to look for the exit at every turn, aren’t you?”Nick huffed.Kelly began to unbutton his shirt. “Well there ain’t no exits on this ride, babe, ’cause I know all your tricks.

What are books good for?”“Hitting intruders?” Nick mumbled. He rubbed his eyes again. “Doorstops. Insomnia. Special interrogation techniques. Silencing bedmates in the middle of the night.

I love you,” Nick whispered. “Has nothing to do with the circumstances, or our history, or how close to death we’ve come together. I would love you in any incarnation of yourself.

How do you feel about a little bait and switch?”Kelly licked his lips, then grinned slowly. “Sounds about as fun as you bending me over one of those interrogation desks.”Nick groaned and pushed his chair back so they were no longer in contact. “Don’t fucking tempt me, okay? Those rooms have video feeds.”“Really? Do they record?”Nick had to get up and walk away as Kelly laughed merrily at his desk. “You’re killing me, Kels,” he called over his shoulder. “Killing me!

You’re so fucking hot, you know that?” Kelly whispered.“I bet you tell that to all your oldest friends as you’re jacking them off.”Kelly snickered and arched his back, seeking contact. “No, just you.

I’m not under the influence anymore. Much. Even if I was, I’ve done things way worse than you that I’ve never regretted.

It’s too late, mate. There’s no saving someone once the cartel has them in the crosshairs. You just fucking pray.”Nick popped the handle on his door and drew his gun. “I'm Catholic. I don't pray, I just ask for forgiveness after.

Johns, what the fuck are you doing?” Digger called. “You don’t chat with ghosts, you fucking run like Scooby-Doo, man!”“It’s okay,” Owen told them.“Scooby-Doo!”“Not okay,” Nick cried.