hadriel_logs | Catch-all July

After having treated Rey and watched over her for a good long while, monitoring her sleep to see if she will be safe to be left alone, Muscovy packs his things and quietly sneaks out of her room -

only to stop with the door half open when he notices that someone is sitting there in the hallway. Nick.

The nation gives the synth a long glance, then turns half away to close the door behind him as silently as possible and then turn towards Nick and simply look at him.

Nick just watches from his seat in the easy chair, his eyes beacons in the darkness of the room, the brim of his hat illuminated by their glow. Having finished his diagnostics, Nick had left the spare bedroom and gone to check on Rey, only to find she already had company: Muscovy, the child who claimed she was his surrogate mother. The bare bones of his scans had taken longer than expected, and whether she'd put in a call to a medic, or Muscovy was the medic, Nick couldn't tell from just a glance. The kid seemed to be preoccupied with some kind of work on her and Rey seemed as fine as she could be, given the circumstances, so he let them be.

Pulling on his undershirt over his exposed back, he'd slid his remaining arm into his button-up, the buttons still lying on the floor near the coffee table. He could sew them back on later. For now, he and the boy should probably talk. He jerks his head back, a gesture for Muscovy to move closer.

Muscovy comes closer, but only a few steps. Close enough that nobody has to raise their voice, even though he thinks that Rey should sleep soundly for a good long while, even if a hoard of elephants waltzes through the room - even so, he doesn't want to risk waking her up by being loud. She needs the rest, and he assumes that she will only get it if she's too unconscious to try and move.

And she's stable enough now to do that resting by herself, he stayed long enough, monitoring her, to be sure of that.

And now there is Nick who obviously wants to ...talk? and quite frankly looks a bit scary with his glowing eyes in the dim light.

At least Muscovy does come closer; while Nick suspects that Rey is out like a light, he wants to cut out any risk of awakening her. She needs the rest; he doesn't.

Though the darkness hides his concerned expression, Nick's eyes continue shining brightly. He'd left the light off when coming into the living area, not wanting any sign of his presence to startle Muscovy as he tended to her. Knowing just how off-putting aspects of his appearance can be -- eyes included -- he speaks first, keeping his tone low, hoping he's not frightening the kid too much.

"How's she doing?"

"Stable. It is safe for her to sleep now."

Even if she turns in her sleep, she won't be damaging herself, and she's stable enough that he is sure that she won't pass away or into a coma in her sleep.

"The longer she sleeps now the better it will be, because her body needs rest to heal, and she is not very good at resting when she is awake. If you can make her not fight for a few days, you should."

"I'll do what I can," Nick replies quietly, "but no promises. She's as stubborn as I am."

Hopefully, that stubbornness extended to her determination to live. Rey might not think highly of herself, might sacrifice herself in a heartbeat for someone she thinks deserves to live more than her -- all while playing down the goodness of the act -- but they both know what'll likely happen to Nick if she kicks the bucket. He trusts she wouldn't go quietly, even if only for his sake.

He cocks his head back again, gesturing with his bare, metal hand. "Have a seat. Let's talk."

"She is, but you should do your best."

Sometimes one's best is to go and follow after her to make sure that she'll not be alone when she gets in trouble. Because truly stopping her was hard with the one he knew, and he doubts that it is much different with this one.

Muscovy cocks his head but nods and sits down on the bench that stands against the wall to Nick's left. What does Nick want to talk about?

Unfortunately, there's not much Nick can do in regards to following her, even if he wanted to. He can already tell that whatever is wrong with his leg this time is going to keep him home until it's fixed. After Rey's reaction to his loose wiring, he'd rather not have to explain why he's patrolling with a damaged leg.

Nick is quiet a moment after Muscovy takes a seat. He knows good and well the kid isn't terribly trusting of him -- and who would be of a machine living with the person whom one considers their mother? -- but he's glad to see him in one piece all the same, especially given all the city has been through in the past month.

"Glad to see you're holding up," he starts. "You find a place to settle down?"

"I'm living with big bro Firo."

A few houses away. Which allows him to, at least a little bit, keep an eye on Rey. Not that he's home all that much, hanging out at the clinic quite often, too. And knitting... he'll have to approach Nick about his measurements for the guard sash, eventually. Perhaps this would be a good time. ...Now that he thinks about it, he should have taken Rey's measurements while he was there, but then he really wasn't in the mindset to do anything but make sure that she was safe and would stay healthy.

"You're not far, then."

A choice he's certain is not coincidental. As one of the Guard, Nick makes it his business to keep tabs on most people, especially those living in his neighborhood. Firo, a friend of Rey's, lived in a house with a few others that was practically spitting distance from the one he and Rey shared.

"And no one's been giving you trouble, have they?"

It's a dangerous city, even when not taking the monsters into account. There aren't many kids around, and Nick knows well enough that some won't give any of them the respect they deserve.

"A few houses down the street."

Which is a very nice coincidence. He would have moved in with Firo anyway, but this saves him a lot of walking around each day.

"And no more than usual." That is, not really. Monsters, yes, and a few people who were silly, but he hasn't gotten into trouble. Nothing that he couldn't easily handle.

"Why do you ask?" It is a bit strange, and the other man is injured so he is fairly sure that no matter what Nick has in hidden abilities even if things somehow turned bad he would be able to run without a problem. So there is no reason to not charge into this straightforward.

Catch-all July

night between July 10th~11th, 1401, Nick

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