— 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊 ℂ𝕃𝔸ℝ𝕂.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝙎𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙀𝙍 𝘁𝗼 ᵉ͟ᵛ͟ᵉ͟ʳ 𝕖𝕩𝕚𝕤𝕥. 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 ᵃ͟ ˢ͟ᵘ͟ᶜ͟ᵏ͟ᵉ͟ʳ͟ 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖓.

Building collapsed on him during patrol. Spent a week in coma and had many surgeries. He’s walking around though — with the help of crutches or a walker. Quite alright. He’s not one to talk to many people either. But everyone needs someone to talk to sometimes.

Fair. Well, he’s recovering from practically being half dead so the offer is there. And… if he needs a place to stay, he has a guest house not being used.

He’s living, still recovering. He’s welcome to join him and have some coffee.

He’s enjoying a coffee on the porch, watching the sun come up.

⠀⠀ ⠀ Oh by all means ,, dear brother . go for it ,, after you ; of course . ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀ it says “ armory ” nick ,, in which could be useful to us . ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀ Alicia looked out the window before then turning fully on her heels and facing her brother . “ bad batch of seeds ? ( she questioned before continuing ) the others said the seeds look fine when they picked them up . ” — ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀ ( another small tired groan escaped her lips ) I'm pretty sure that I'm actually the responsible sibling ,, well depending . ( she's pulling the blanket from him then pulling it off ) alright alright I'm up . ( she's — ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀ ( a few tired groans are escaping from her lips ) nick . . . oh come oooooon . ( throwing blanket fully over her to cover face ) ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀ why must the reader wake her up this damn early ,, can't she have just a few more minutes ? ⠀⠀