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[ it's after his meet-up with his supervisor that he gets a call from robin to babysit alice. of course he says 'yes' -- he has nothing planned for the day & would never consciously turn down time with his niece. & like he told robin before, more free air should do him some good; who knows, if he's feeling better in mind, the body might follow. (he didn't really believe that since the damage from the accident has been said to be absolute, but a little bit of feigned hope wasn't too heavy to carry around.)

that's the context to their current scenario: at the park with alice, doing whatever she wants until it's time for lunch & ice cream. time with uncle nick is the time to get spoiled, so he doesn't worry too much about feeding her nutritional things; he's pretty sure his ~~mom~~ sis has that covered anyway. ]

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Boxed thinking. And you call yourself an artist. [ shakes his head & gets to his feet. ] I need a drink.

[ short pause. ] You want anything?

[ there's a pause on his end too, observing nick for a moment. finally smiles again. ]

Do you have any tea?

[ furrows his brows a little. eventually nods, but makes a 'get up' motion with his hand. ]

Yeah, but you make it.

[ huffs, making a show of getting up and shuffling on over. ]

But I'm the guest...

[ & he starts moving over to the kitchen area. ]

Wrong. Your guest status expired a year ago.

[ joins him, leaning back on the counter while nudging one of nick's calves gently with his toes. ]

What am I now, then?

Hm. [ ignores the nudge & rummages around in his fridge to pull out a carton of orange juice. after pouring himself a glass, he (cautiously) decides to be more honest than he usually dares. ] Not sure anymore.

[ turns around finally to grab himself a mug, poking his head into the cabinet to try and find the teabags. ]

Well, we should figure that out, then. [ lifts a finger, arm up in the air. ] Like adults!

[ stares at him. stares at him a little longer...

just turns to his orange juice to take a sip. ]

Uh-huh. Why is that word pluralized?

[ turns around when he finds what he wants, hiding his mouth behind the mug. ]

Because I'm an adult now too...

[ leans against his section of the counter, not answering for a moment in lieu of taking a big gulp of his juice. ]

Maybe when you're old enough to drink.

Says the one with orange juice. [ thinks briefly on where he'd find the kettle, grabbing it when he locates it to fill it with water. after putting it on the burner, he turns to nick again. ] Do you have any expectations?

Not so much expectations as a question. [ lowers the cup from his mouth & tilts his head toward lyssa. ] Do you want to keep coming over?

[ his answer is simple and instant: ]

Yes.

[ blinks, then nods, not entirely displeased by the idea. ]

Alright. Then you're going to come over as a friend.

[ tilts his head to the side. ]

That's all that you want?

[ shrugs & settles with a simple answer of his own: ]

Yeah.

[ leans back on the counter again, nodding. ]

Okay. If that's your stipulation for having me over, then I will stick to it.

[ quirks a smile. ]

Want to shake on it?

[ reaches a hand out, even as he (jokingly) says: ]

Not afraid that I'll jump you?

[ clamps a hand around lyssa's, shaking it once, twice. then makes a show of looking the boy up & down. ]

I'm pretty sure I can throw you off.

[ releases the hand, unwrapping the teabag from its packaging to drop it into the mug. ]

You never know, I could get fat by not getting any of my routine "exercise". It'll make it quite difficult for you to overpower me.

[ while he dumps his own cup in the sink. ]

If you get that fat, then our "exercise" becomes impossible anyway.

Your argument is invalid. It's already impossible.

Weren't we talking hypothetically?