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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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[ 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.

[ gives lyssa a small nudge. ]

Most specialties are.