Justin Hobb thought he had a problem when he realized just how damned attractive he found his new client. That sort of thing only gets in the way of the job. It didn't help when he realized that he trusted Nick, quite against his better judgment. But what's a cynic to do when he meets an honest politician? So Justin pushed the distraction aside, until after he'd finished the job and half-won, half-lost the battle for Nick's good name. Then they spent the evening celebrating or commiserating with each other, not quite sure which it was, but certain they'd earned a little bit of pleasure together.
The next morning they discovered what a real problem was, when the Protectorate simply went ahead and invaded anyway.
Now Nick's job is to be a problem to the Protectorate, whenever and wherever he can. It's not Justin's fight, but his self-appointed job is keeping Nick alive another day. And the only certainty they have is each other. It's enough. For now. Forever.