His eyes narrowed in suspicion when Booker used his full name like that, but the suspicion was quickly forgotten in favor of nuzzling into that hand and chasing after Booker's lips. He'd missed being so open with the Frenchmen, free to touch him as he pleased. When Booker had put the brakes on sleeping with them, Nicky had started giving him more space everywhere else, too. For a long time, he hadn't even let himself hug the man if he hadn't seen him in a while. So to have Booker willingly in his space again?

He reached out with one hand, snagging his fingers in Booker's shirt to keep him close. The other went down to the hand on his side, keeping contact with both men. He was drunk, but he was surprisingly steady.

Until about halfway up the stairs. The world took a dive sideways for a moment and Nicky paused with one foot in the air and made a small sound of distress as he wobbled.