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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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[ when he's pulled into the hug he flinches slightly, not used to this level of affection anymore. nonetheless he closes his eyes and keeps to his silence for a while, allowing albert to have his moment. murmurs quietly in reply when he feels like it's appropriate to do so: ]

... you're welcome.

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[ holds them in that position for a little while longer, noting the hesitance. but it is not enough to make him release nathan prematurely, merely holding on. holding on, until he feels that he has properly portrayed his honesty.

a moment. then, lets go & steps back. ]

You will not stay for supper?

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[ places his hand back into his pocket, giving albert a small smile. ]

No, but thank you for the offer. [ this place is too foreign to me now. ] Maybe some other time.

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[ inclines his head. ]

I will hold you to your word.

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[ gives a tiny nod in reply, turning away from him fully to begin his trek down the hallway. when he gets half-way he glances towards the direction of alyssa's room, feeling the need to see her and to say hello to brianna; in the end he pushes those feelings back, knowing that it's not really in his place to do so.

after that he makes his way downstairs, giving the direction in which his old room resides one passing look, yet he does not even think about going in there-- too many memories hinder him from even considering it. the outside world is what he craves the most at the moment, taking the final road that would lead him outside and onto the sidewalk to begin his trek back home. despite his exhaustion he knows that he won't be able to sleep until he gets a call about alyssa's safety, though a part of him wishes that he could feel more welcome at such an important time. ]