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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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[ blinks in honest confusion for a second before it seems to click. ]

That's a reflex. Not a lot of people touch my face.

Really? [ looks down at his hand, flexing it a little... then smiles at him. ] Then I will follow those other people!

[ looks at him small surprise & then nods. then pauses in thought. ]

Your other friends let you touch their faces that casually?

[ nods, moving to go check on the food. ]

They let me touch them a lot, if I want to.

[ stands up from the couch to follow. ]

Always been like that or got used to it?

I think it's always been like that. [ shrugs, opening the oven to look into it. ] But it's not like I grab onto people or anything. I know my boundaries.

[ glances briefly at the (squished) bread rolls & then back at the rest of the kitchen. when was the last time it's been used this much? --probably last year? ]

I know. [ leans his hip against the table lightly. ] Guess I'm just used to a more conservative crowd.

[ peers over his shoulder at him in consideration. smiles a little, turning back to the uncooked food to start working on that stuff. ]

I'll try not to change that since you're so used to it.

[ snorts. ]

We'll compromise. I can handle it. [ in moderation. ]

Fair enough. [ nabs the tray of bread rolls, popping them into the oven. winks over at him. ] I'm not all that hard to please, anyway.

[ that's why it's so hard to get lyssa a present. but he doesn't say that out loud, of course. ]

Hugs, healthy eating, and what else?

[ hums, fiddling with this and that as he lists things off. ]

Helping you draw, my lady, my muse and family... I don't need much, other than a sketchbook and pencil.

[ blinks a bit. an eyebrow goes up. ]

Too early into college for that list to change?

[ leans back on the counter once everything is in place again, facing nick. ]

Well, I obviously need supplies for my classes, but that's out of necessity. Otherwise I'm fine without a ton of stuff. I want to live a minimalist life when I'm out of college. [ looks up at the ceiling, smile widening. ] I'll probably end up just living in a small apartment with my cat and art supplies.

[ & the eyebrow... stays up. looks a bit surprised. ]

Tired of your current lifestyle or just want to try something new?

I suppose I just want to try something new. I'm fine with either, really. [ eyes go back over to nick. ] Do you see yourself somewhere else in the future?

[ shakes his head. ]

A bigger apartment, but that's it. I take things as they come.

Make sure you invite me to your housewarming party, then. I'll bring you a variety of bagels.

[ snorts. ]

They'll go bad before I can eat them all.

Then I will eat most of them for you!

[ a short pause. then deadpan: ]

You're going to eat your own gift?

[ while still smiling that smile of his: ]

Yes.

[ ... why did he even need to ask. ]

Of course.

[ beams, reaching over to pat his shoulder. ]

Don't worry, I'll save you the best ones. Like the ones with raisins in them!

Make that a sesame seed bagel and we'll deal.