Nik is growing increasingly nervous and conflicted about all of this. Protecting, they'd said. Protecting is good. Nik can support protecting people, and protecting friends. But sometimes, he knows, sometimes protecting people involves having to fight other people. And he doesn't like that part.

And it sounds like, in the very near future, that part is going to be unavoidable.

So he'd started wandering through the crowd in hopes of finding comfort. A familiar face. Something.

Luckily for him, Equius isn't terribly hard to spot in a crowd. So as soon as Nik catches sight of him he breaks into a clumsy run, dodging people and limbs and weapons alike in order to attempt a dignified faceplant into the back of Equius' legs.

"Equius!"