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[ day five without sleep had been kind on him for the most part. research was finally going smoothly after two weeks of being locked indoors, barely allowing himself to get up for breaks that did not include making a new pot of coffee or a quick trip to the restroom. sure, the first week he went outside for said coffee--which could explain why there were so many Starbucks cups stacked on every table around the place--but now he couldn't be damned to step outside, too engrossed in his work to do much else but read and pick up his coffee mug every now and then when the compulsion hit him.

thus his surroundings are a mess, his (& caleb's) apartment littered with books ranging from medical to spiritual to supernatural-- anything and everything to cover all his bases in hopes that he'll find something that would answer all the questions their family had been asking ever since alyssa fell into a state that they could not quite discern, even with the help of their go-to doctors. this is why he's been hunched over his desk for as long as he could remember, though at current he's occupied with a bunch of files he had "borrowed" from someone he had yet to meet, but feels like he should know very well.

at this moment he's completely immersed in this new found fascinating material, finding himself both relieved yet feeling something pinch the pit of his stomach when he flips to another page of one of the hundred-something folders that is stacked on his desk. when his eyes start to blur and go unfocused he sits back in his seat, slapping his cheeks a few times to wake himself up. realizing that he's going to get nowhere without taking a break he eventually pushes himself away from the desk, moving to go to bathroom to splash some water on his face before wandering to the kitchen to grab another cup of coffee.

with the fresh cup in hand he heads back to his workspace to reposition himself in his seat, staring down at the material as his shoulders droop a little in exhaustion. nonetheless he's back to work after a split second, completely and utterly focused on that and nothing more. ]

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[ with his car parked in a public space, he picks up the medium-sized tupperware full of food from the passenger seat before locking up. it had been prepared for him (for his baby brother) by the cooks before he'd left the mansion, full of foods easy on the stomach-- as requested. with that in hand, he strides into the building at a comfortable pace, not at all minding the gawking that he is receiving. in the elevator ride up, he shares an easy, shallow conversation with a middle-aged woman before he's getting off at the correct floor.

a few more steps later, he's at the correct door. forgoes his usual habit of knocking to press at the doorbell instead, fully aware that nothing short of an irritating intrusion would break into nathan's concentration. ]

[ snaps out of his thoughts immediately when he hears the doorbell ring, blinking and looking over at the door in confusion. takes one quick glance at the papers again before he stands, stretching a little on the short walk to the front door.

opens it a tad, peering out curiously. ]

[ & then shifts easily into a small smile when he sees who it is, opening the door fully. ]

Hey there, stranger.

[ inclines his head his form of a nod. ]

Good evening. I would hope that you are able to make time for me?

[ snorts, attempting not to wear a smile as he moves out of the way despite his next words. ]

Oh no, of course not.

Then I suppose my only option is to impose.

[ strolls right in. after taking off his shoes, he steps into the apartment even further, only to stop when he arrives at the sea of starbucks cups. ]

[ kicks things out of the way as he waddles towards the kitchen, not even noticing that anything is amiss. flips on the light before peering out to ask, a little ironically: ]

D'you want some coffee? I just made some.

[ eyes the cups with mild distaste. turns his gaze to nathan for now. ]

Yes, that would be appreciated.

[ rolls his eyes and turns away from him, mimicking albert's words in a mocking way underneath his breath like he's sixteen again. just does his thing and comes back out to albert within a moment or two, holding out the cup for him to take. ]

[ accepts it. then proceeds to inspect it with a tilt of his head. ]

Ah. An unexpected choice of decoration.

It was Caleb's idea. [ points back to the kitchen, looking pleased and proud. ] I've got the whole set still.

[ takes a sip of the coffee, then glances briefly toward the kitchen. ]

In mint condition, I presume?

[ hands go to his hips, chest puffing out a bit. ]

Of course!

[ quirks another one of his smiles before lifting the tupperware up to nathan's eye-level. ]

A gift. From the chefs of our shared home.

[ blinks down at it as he accepts the gift. peeks into it, then back up at albert. ]

No chocolate chip pancakes?

[ shakes his head once. ]

Those are best freshly made.

That's true... [ drums his fingers on the tupperware lightly in thought, lips eventually quirking into a soft smile again. ] Thanks, Albert.

[ lifts his now-free hand to ghost it lightly over nathan's head, giving the upper part of the hair a few, gentle strokes. ]

You are very welcome, baby brother.

[ that smile stays when he feels his touch, basking in it for a while. it's only until a thought strikes him that he slowly begins to drop his expression. ]

... how is she doing?

She is. . .

[ it's a rare moment of faltering. undisguised worry. a struggle to put what he continues to see into words. ] She is slow in her responses. It takes her time in recognizing me.

[ looks down at the tupperware in thought, slowly setting that down on the table nearest to them as he speaks. ]

Is she still not eating?

[ closes his eyes tiredly. ]

Not often. She spends her hours mostly asleep.

...

[ lifts a hand at that, letting it hover in the air uncertainty. lowers it to tug briefly at albert's sleeve, jerking his head towards his desk before moving in that direction. ]

I might be closer in finding a solution. I've... found some interesting stuff recently.

[ eyes open lazily & for a moment, he looks a touch disoriented. but recovers soon enough to follow along dutifully, the exhaustion suddenly palpable in his stride as he follows. ]

Oh?

[ pulls up a chair for albert, not taking a seat for the moment as he's too busy shuffling around for a certain folder that's buried underneath the others. offers it to him wordlessly when it's located, hands slipping into his pockets when they're free again. ]

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