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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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Nope! [ leads him to the couch, placing his hands on his shoulders to make him sit down. turns to one of the bags he had left behind, pulling out what looks like a miniature tree (http://i51.tinypic.com/144a0cl.jpg). comes back on over, sitting close to nick while holding it out. ] Ta-da!

[ stares. takes the tree. stares down at it a little bit longer. then blinking out of his (second round of) stupor, he reaches up to brush the back of a hand against the leaves.

looks at lyssa, trying to hide his amusement with his usual deadpan: ]

You got me a fake tree.

[ nods, deciding to just lean against him while lifting a finger to nudge at one of the decorations on it. ]

I was going to just get you a real tree, but it probably wouldn't have been able to fit in the apartment. And since you don't seem like you're going to be decorating, I decided this is the second best thing for you to have!

[ shifts a bit so that they're both comfortable, turning the tree around a little to look at all the little decorations. ]

It's a good place to start, I guess. [ braces the pot of the tree against a thigh. ] Thanks.

[ lightly nudges nick's jawline with the top of his head. ]

Can I get something nice in return?

[ shifts his head away so that he can glance down at him. uses his free hand to give lyssa a gentle flick to the forehead. ]

How about you wait 'til Christmas and find out?

[ makes a face at that, pouting while rubbing the spot a little. ]

Because I'm here right now...

I'm not going to give you one of my cast-offs. [ especially not as a present. ]

[ gently headbutts his shoulder, rubbing his face there. ]

Won't a hug do for now?

Another one?

One that you reciprocate to, yes.

[ considers this & then seems to mentally shrug. leans away a bit so that he can comfortably draw lyssa into a light hug. ]

Thanks for the fake tree.

[ wraps his arms around him to squeeze the hug a little tighter, resting his chin on the crook between nick's neck and shoulder. hums in response. ]

And thank you for letting me come over to cook you something more than just a bagel and salty omelets.

[ snorts out a small huff of laughter. ]

The omelets, point. But what do you have against bagels?

[ nudges his head against the side of nick's face. ]

They're not healthy to eat all the time. You need more than just that!

[ gives lyssa's side a light pat. ]

Average stomachs are fine with just a bagel. [ a short pause. ] And they're part of the college experience.

I guess it's better than ramen...

[ hmms in agreement. ]

And mac and cheese.

[ thinks about it momentarily. ]

I don't think that mac and cheese is that bad for you, though.

It's a matter of taste.

[ leans against him more at that. is seemingly getting more comfortable, like he does it every day. ]

It'll change once you get a steady job, anyway.

[ while he's feeling a little awkward now that the standard time for a hug has passed. shifts a bit. ]

Mhmm. But that won't be for a while.

[ closes his eyes and shakes his head a bit. ]

You'll find something easily. Your ideas are splendid.

[ leans back against the couch a little, though he doesn't pull his arms away yet. ]

. . . Thanks. But there're different standards when they have to be built.

[ yawns a little, feeling sedated by the warmth. ]

I don't know that much about architecture, just what I've learned from you. So I guess it's more complicated than what I'm thinking.