[Sigh. Nikolas does sigh, though he keeps it to himself, not especially wanting Winter to hear it for once. It's not a performative sigh; he's genuinely a bit frustrated, with himself. A vague malaise sort of frustration, not just with this moment, but with every past action of his that led to it. Winter can hardly be blamed for rejecting him . . .
When Winter turns again, he'll find Nikolas not sitting in his chair, but politely in the one next to it.]
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When Winter turns again, he'll find Nikolas not sitting in his chair, but politely in the one next to it.]