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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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[ also gets to his feet, shaking his head. ]

You made the food. I'll do the dishes.

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[ blinks at the offer. slowly grins happily. ]

Well, thank you! [ points over to the couch. ] I'll do more of my assignment while I wait, if that's okay with you.

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[ waves him off in a 'go ahead' manner, collecting the plates before moving to the sink to get to work. ]

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[ does as he's told, wandering on over to his bag to pull out his sketchbook and a pencil before flopping onto the couch. wiggles around to find a good spot to lay on, eventually just resting on his back as he flips to the page he had been working on earlier that morning. but he's soon finding his lids sluggishly opening and closing on their own, long, lazy movements that makes him yawn a little and decide that it's okay to close his eyes. just for a few minutes. it won't take long, nick will be done soon, after all...

& that's the last thoughts he'll have for the time being, rolling onto his side to snuggle his face into the couch cushion, arms loosely holding onto his sketchbook as he succumbs to slumber with a smile on his face. ]

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[ it takes him a while to come back to the living room area -- not because of the dishes, but because he's busy finding his extra tupperware to put the leftovers away. after tucking them away into his fridge (it never looked so full), he's finally strolling away from the sink toward to couch to see lyssa... asleep?

this is what he'd been talking about.

shaking his head with a sigh, he considers several options. then seems to settle on the one that entails him carefully hefting the boy into his arms. (the kid's not heavy, but nick's never really been one for strength, so he could probably manage this for maybe... a minute or so before he starts to tire, most likely.) careful not to jar lyssa, he moves into the single bedroom to plop place him down on the mattress & put a blanket over him.

breathing out another sigh, he quirks a small smile at the drooling & gives lyssa's hair a short ruffle before moving to close the blinds. after grabbing his sketchbook & pencil case, he closes the door to the room so that lyssa can sleep undisturbed while he settles down on his couch to sketch out his ideas, feeling full & content. ]