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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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[ 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.

[ and he nudges him back with his head. ]

Fashion is so simple, though. Design something, give it to someone important, make a physical copy, give it to another important person; if they like it, then you're in. If not, then you're out. Though I'm not particularly fond of mainstream fashion, they only cater to tall, skinny people. I want to make things for all shapes and sizes!

[ ... tries nudging again, removing his arms from around lyssa. ]

Admirable. [ he means it. but again... ] But it'd be more effective if you make a statement after being established.

[ pouts when the hug is over with, pulling back to look at him. ]

Okay...

[ raises a brow at the expression. he's fairly certain lyssa understood his sentiments, but... ]

What?

[ lifts a hand to pat the side of nick's face before standing. ]

Your hugs are really nice, that's all.