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"Make yourself comfortable, me ma' and Kate ain't gonna be back for a while and god knows where Gerald is." Packie said, hinting to the sofa, which Niko promptly sat himself down onto.
"Thank you Packie."
"No need to thank me boy. Now, you drink whiskey?"
"Yeah."
"Good, 'cos that's all we fuckin' got. Gerald must of downed it all again, or maybe I did. Fuck knows to be honest." Packie said, bringing the bottle of whiskey to the sofa, earning a laugh from Niko in the process. While he poured them a drink, the room was silent, you could hear a pin drop. He finished pouring them, and he sat down, handing Niko his glass. He gulped it down, leaving a trail warmth down his throat as he did.
"So Niko boy, what are we gonna fucking do?"
"What do you mean Packie?"
"What are we gonna do with this mess that we call our lives? It's only gonna lead us one way and that way is six feet under with a gravestone above it." These words that came out of Packie's mouth rattled Niko a bit. Yeah, Niko thought about this maybe once or twice, but never with a person who he was close with, especially someone like Packie who came across as a no fears kind of person.
"Well I don't know myself if I'm honest with you, I've never really had a year or even a month in my life which hasn't involved crime."
"Glad to know that we're on the same boat then, 'cause fuck me, if I ever have to do anything else other than this, I'm gonna fucking fail it. Me ma' wants me to 'settle down', find a nice gal', marry her and then have kids, but can I see myself doing that Niko? I don't think I fucking can."
"I've never really envisioned myself doing that Packie, never mind someone else, but I'm sure if you did do that, you'd be an amazing husband and father."
"Thank you Niko. I just don't see it happening though, I can't even get myself a gal' and even when I am with one, its always for a fuck, nothing else and I don't even get any half the time 'cause I'm too busy doing lines in the bathroom and I've got no chance getting a hard-on. It's a catch 22."
"Yeah I get you. I don't even go near women that much anymore, don't really find them that appealing anymore."
"You into men more?"
"Well you could put it like that, yeah. I'm not really sure who I am yet."
"Either way or whatever path you decide to take Niko, I'm proud of you boy, do whatever makes you happy." A smile crept onto Niko's face, not a creepy stalker type smile but a smile that showed how much gratefulness he had to have a guy like him in his life.
"Thanks Packie, I appreciate it."
"How was your life growing up Niko?"
"Hectic to say the least. My father was an abusive alcoholic. My mother was very unhappy with where I had to grow up, and always felt disappointed in me. I had a brother who died in the Bosnian War, and my mother always used to take the blame for his death upon herself. We had no electricity in the house till i was twelve and it got worse from there I guess." Niko blinked back a couple of tears, trying to not let it get to him. It was a very sensitive subject that he never got in depth with.
"I'm sorry, you didn't deserve none of that shit."
"It's fine, I've learnt a lot of shit from it, and grew as a person because of it. Anyways, how was your life growing up?"
"Well, I was born into a big family as you know, a supposed Irishman but I've never actually been outside of Liberty City. My dad was a violent, perverted alcoholic and you know what? I used to think I loved him, but in fact, I hated him. He used to...do some very messed up shit to me and Gerald and that caused me to develop drug habits and staying home from school to roll joints for my dad at just fourteen years of age. Wasn't long before I got involved in crime, and got arrested a few times." Packie finished, grabbing the whiskey bottle and pouring the amber solution into his glass and immediately downing it.
"I'm very sorry Packie."
"Don't worry about it, rather be here then be some priest, I tell ya that. Have I ever told you that story about Francis stealing from the collection plate when he was becoming a priest?"
Niko chuckled. "Yes Packie, you have."
It went quiet again after that, both of them drinking their whiskey. Packie placed down his glass, making a thud noise and then he turned to Niko, taking his glass out of his hand and placing it on the table next to his. He turned back to him and placed his hands on Niko's face and bringing him forward to kiss him.
The kiss was not like Niko thought it would be. It was slow, it was filled with love. Packie broke the kiss and smiled.
"You don't know how long I've been waiting to do that." He said slowly.
"Well why don't you do it again?"