After your little talk with Nick about him staying at your place, he followed you home. Nick got out of his Jeep and his jaw fell open. You walked over and closed his mouth.
Nick
This... Is your place?
You
Yeah. You like it?
Nick
Like it? I LOVE it!
You
Theres a retinal thing i have to do then i have to do some finger prints.
Nick
Of course.
You
No one can rob it. The windows are built to be bulletproof.
You did the retinal thing and let the system register your prints. The house let you in and immediately clicked after you two made it in. The camera made an observation on Nick, and entered him in the database. (Sooo ANNOYING!!!)
Nick
I'll sleep on the couch.
You
No way im letting a guest sleep on the couch! There's a bedroom beside mine.
Nick
Fuck! I forgot my clothes.
You
No worries. I've got my motorcycle.
Nick
That cool, spy motorcycle?
You
Yes!
Nick
Do you even know where my house is?
You
My motorcycle has a gps that immediately generates the address into it. Well, when i tell it where im going.
Nick
Holt shit! Thats amazing.
You
Make pizza. If you want. Make yourself at home. Dont make a mess.
Nick
I wont, sweetie!
He chimed and smiled. You blushed, and laughed a bit.
You
See ya!
You smile at him, and rush from your house with a duffle bag slung over your shoulder. You quickly sped to Burkhardt's house. You had a mental battle with yourself on whether to bring some clothes or all of them. The 'All Of Them' side won so you shoved all his clothes in the duffle bag. After getting on your motorcycle, you race back to your mansion of a house, the wind whipping your hair behind your shoulders. You walked into your house after the tests, and met Nick in the doorway.
Nick
How much did you bring?
You
I didnt know what to bring so i brought all of it.
Nick
So, am i moving in with you?
You
Technically, yes. Theoretically, no.
Nick
So, you do know but you dont know?
You
Yeah.
Nick
I couldnt find the pizza.
You
Thats okay.
Nick
Really?
You
Yeah! I can make it.
Nick
Its late. We should get to bed.
You
Okay. Im not really used to a house. Im used to a small room in a base.
Nick
You scared?
You
I-- Im not scared, Burkhardt. Your-- your scared.
Nick
Just admit it. Your scared.
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