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The Boyz Are Back In Town
with @Elle Joyner and @WingWong
Oliver waited until Grace was gone, gave her every reassuring gesture and touch he could before sending her off. It made her nervous, but now knowing that there was an entire Underground organization behind them.. Behind her… gave Oliver some peace. But he wouldn't be totally calm, totally certain, until he knew what happened to Nick. Even if he still trusted the man… even if he still loved him. He needed to fill the holes, the burning questions.
Placing a hand on Nick's shoulder, squeezing, he nodded to the man. "Somewhere quiet we can go, Nick?" He signed.
Nick gave them a farewell with a wave and a smile before turning to Oliver. Part of him dreaded it, reliving some of the details, of the thing that separated him from his friend in the first place. He knew he needed to, though, to give him peace of mind. He nodded. "They have a small library. There's also a housing area, if you want to see where I've been recently," he offered. Part of him preferred the housing area, knowing this wasn't going to be pretty, but he'd give Oliver the choice. Whatever made him feel more comfortable. "Or we could stay here, since both of them are gone." Also a decent option.
Oliver thought over the choices Nick presented him way too long, taking a last sip of the tea Munroe had brewed him. "I think the housing area would be nice. I'd like to see where you've lived. I've got plenty to tell you about where I've been. Only wish I could show you."
A small part of Nick was relieved. "I look forward to hearing about it," he signed back, before getting to his feet. "When this is all over, maybe you'll get the chance. Because I definitely want to know where you've been." Having said that, Nick strode to the door, opening it so that the two of them could leave Munroe's office to head towards the housing area.
Sighing softly, Oliver nodded, standing up and moving out of Munroe's office. "I hope so." Was all he signed, now taking a slower steps to fully absorb the place. "I did what Duncan and I planned. After you left. Built a cottage in the forest, like we said we would. I've been there since. Well.. I was there."
Nick led the way out of the office, clutching his own mug as he walked. They walked through the streets, passing small storefronts and restaurants. He looked over as Oliver signed again. That made sense, why he couldn't find him after he had been able to surface again. He gave Oliver a smile. He knew that had been his dream for a while, to live the life he'd planned to with Duncan. "I'm glad you got a chance to do that," he said sincerely. "And you're going to get the chance to do it again." He was going to make sure Oliver got out of this mess in one piece, so long as he could help it."You were there until the stuff with Grace?"
"She stumbled upon my home a year prior. When she came back.. you know the rest of the story." Oliver said with a shrug. "The things that have happened to her.. the way the world has treated her.. I want to make her happy. I want to help her find happiness. She deserves it, and more." He shook his head, smiling softly at Nick, hiding the hurt in his eyes. "I don't want to dance around the question anymore. I already forgive you, Nick.. but why did you go?"
"She does," Nick signed, agreeing with a nod. Grace hadn't gotten into all the nitty gritty details of her life the last time they'd met, though what she had said spoke volumes about what she'd been through. Sometimes, even what she didn't say did as well. He glanced up as they passed other storefronts and eventually found themselves in the residential area. It was mostly small apartments, a set-up that Nick was more than familiar with.
He sighed softly. [/i]There's kind of a story to it, but basically…"[/i] he'd started to try to make it clear and concise, but the events from five years ago still had left their own wound. This wasn't going to be quick and clean, as much as he'd like it to be. "A job went wrong, Ollie. Do you...do you remember the last one I told you about? The one where I was helping Julian get insulin and supplies for Claire, the woman that ran the make-shift infirmary?"
"I remember," Oliver signed with a nod. He'd never forgotten.. and he'd even tried to find out what happened. At the sound of Julian's name, Oliver perked up. He recalled all the things Nick had told him clearly, and the memory would have brought a fond smile to his cheeks, if Nick's tone weren't so dire. "Julian.. is he well?"
A pained look flicked over Nick's face. It was gone as quickly as it came, but it had been there. "I don't know," he admitted. He paused in signing, rubbing his own hands in an anxious habit. "I hope so, given everything," he continued. Despite everything, even. He got it, got why he'd done it. If he'd been in a similar situation, that would be an option on the table. The difference...was that he'd never consider going through with it.
He took a breath, steeling himself all over again. Five years, and he still wasn't over this all the way. He'd been trying to find it in himself to forgive Julian, and he thought he was most of the way there, but he still couldn't get all the way there. The feelings he'd had for Julian were faded away, too coated by the memory of the betrayal to stay untainted. "A couple of days before we went on the job, Julian got bad news. His grandmother...her cancer came back," he started to explain, swallowing thickly. "He said it was bad, and it had progressed pretty far. If she didn't get treatment and soon...she was going to die. Julian didn't really have a way to get the money quickly enough to even start paying off her treatment, not with his own cut. If he had my cut as well, and...a reward for turning in a mutant, he could feasibly try, though.' He trailed off, shaking his head.
As Nick spoke, Oliver couldn't stop the expression of horror that overtook his features. He watched Nick wring his hands, a sign Oliver had come to recognize over their years of friendship, and already he felt the levity of the situation. Once Nick trailed off, Oliver immediately pulled the other man into a tight hug, shaking his head against his shoulder. When he finally let go, he signed quickly, "I'm so sorry, Nick. I'm so sorry… I know what he meant to you."
Biting his lip, Oliver sighed. "You didn't get caught though… right, Nick? Tell me you didn't get caught."
Nick sniffed after he was pulled into the hug. He wrapped his arms around Oliver, content to just stay right there a while, even as his eyes stung. Eventually, though, the other pulled away and he unwrapped his arms from the other man. He smiled sadly, "It's okay. He had someone that meant more to him. I can't fault him for that."
He then shook his head. "No, but I almost was. He...he locked me in one of the containment units of the facility. By the time I got out, they were at the door. As I was headed out, there were coming in. That's...that's why I disappeared. I didn't know what they knew, how much Julian had told them. I didn't know if he was sold on giving them me. So I ran and I hid, for a month. Purged everything I could stand to get rid of that could identify me, that Julian could've told them about."
"Are you joking?" Oliver signed angrily, color rising to his cheeks. "He had someone that meant more to him… so he left you for dead? Or worse? And you don't think you can fault him for that?" He shook his head. Sometimes.. Nick was a little too kind. He gnashed his teeth, staring at the ground, trying to filter out his anger for his friend. "I tried to look for you. But you always said, break contact… I.. I tried my hardest. But you were gone. So I decided that was the time to do what I'd planned too… I should have found some way to leave you a message… tried again. I'm so sorry that happened, Nick. I'm so sorry."
"He was scared, and he was desperate," Nick signed in response, tilting his head up as tears sprung to his eyes. A bitter sort of laugh slipped out, the one he tried not to let out too often if he could help it. "And people that are scared and desperate are willing to do terrible, horrible things for the sake of that. I don't forgive him. I tried. I can't. It doesn't mean I don't get it, though. If something happened to you? I don't know what I'd be willing to do, but there are plenty of things that aren't very good that would make that list." Sometimes it scared him, the idea of what he'd be willing to do for the sake of the people he cared about. He could very easily fall into a position like Logan's, when he'd first left Rogue all those years ago.
Nick then shook his head. "Don't be sorry. You did what I asked. If I had been caught? They could've brought you down with me. That's why I asked you to break contact. I wouldn't drag you into whatever mess I ended up in," he explained, very gently bumping Oliver's shoulder again in consolation. "Don't be sorry. We're here now, aren't we?"
Oliver shook his head feverently, not returning the shoulder bump in any sort of way, gaze trained on the floor in disgust. He was furious that this had happened to Nick, and that he hadn't been there for him, or able to stop it. "If something ever happened to me, and you even thought about doing something like that, I'd strangle you myself, Nick. Got it?" It was an empty threat, of course, but there was still a fire in his eyes. "Yes.. We are here now. At least." Oliver sighed. "So.. after that. What else were you up too?"
"Got it. I'll knock that off the list of terrible things I'd do, then," Nick joked lightly. "And if you do end up strangling me, please go easy on me." He knew it was an empty threat, but he still noted the fire in Oliver's eyes. He could take a guess, at exactly was running through his friend's head, based on how he looked like he was trying to burn holes in the ground with his eyes. "And Ollie? Don't blame yourself. Please. I'm glad that, if nothing else, we're back together." He tried again, bumping shoulders with him one more time.
He sighed. "I eventually resurfaced, tried to find out who would still be willing to take a chance on someone who'd disappeared for a month. Some people, I could find again. A lot of people were just gone, though. I think my disappearing spooked them. Genevieve...was one of the people I couldn't get a hold of. You were another. So afterwards, I left. Kept in contact with the ones I could find, and then kept moving. Kept working the market for almost a year, until I basically ended up shit creek without a paddle. That was when a Rogue recruiter found me and helped me, and I ended up being a part of Rogue for its last two months before it...you know, dissolved."
At Nick's second shoulder bump attempt, a somewhat amused sigh fell out of Oliver almost reluctantly, rolling his eyes. "Fine. You're awfully convincing, you big dork." He signed through a slowly growing smirk. However, it was overcome by another look of sadness quite quickly. "Genevieve… I'm saddened to hear that." He would never forget the kindness of the woman, towards him and so many others. "You and shit creek seem to be old friends, Nick. Maybe older than you and I. At least Rogue was kind to you, I imagine. Are your friends from there alright? Made it out?"
"That's me. A very convincing dork," Nick signed back, grinning over at Oliver. His expression soon sombered as well. "I'm still looking for her, so here's to hoping." He couldn't help the snort. "I might as well buy a home in shit creek, considering I'm there so much. And they were," he agreed. "I know a lot of them made it out, and as far as I know, they're doing okay. That's...kind of the other reason I want to try to find some of them. Obviously I'm concerned as a whole for everyone who could be involved with what's happened to Grace, but I want to make sure they're okay, too. Plus, I think some of them would love to meet you."
Oliver laughed lightly, his signature airy rasp falling with a small shake of his shoulders. "They living the domestic life? Picket fence and all? I'd love to see someone who really.. Made it. Especially out of the mess Rogue was." Oliver smirked at Nick, though he was being fairly honest. "It makes sense to search for past Rogue members if we're looking for Devon. And I don't see why you shouldn't check in on them, too." The thought of Nick with close friends, Nick happy, made Oliver happy, too. The absence of Genevieve was worrying, but sometimes, these things couldn't be helped. But he had Nick back… and that was what mattered right now. "You like it here? The Underground?"
Nick snorted, rolling his eyes. "Some of them are. I know a couple that are basically honeymooning in Europe right now. There's a couple of others that are in the middle of nowhere, living their lives. I'd like to think that's pretty close to making it. It was a mess, yeah, but it worked. We were all a little like a family. Disjointed and dysfunctional, but we worked." He smiled wide at Oliver, nodding in agreement. He really wanted to check in with a specific few of them, but he wouldn't say no to catching up with all of them. A lot of time had passed, and honestly, he missed them. He understood why a lot of them quit living like Rogues, even after everything at the end, with so much more at stake for so many of them. Still, he couldn't help but miss it a little. "For the most part, yeah. Kinda homey, in a way. The people are friendly, tight-knit. It's a lot better than up there too." He gestured up, where the streets of New York were above them, to make his point.
"Honeymooning in Europe?" Oliver signed mockingly, a little shocked, though mostly impressed. There was still a fond smile on his face. "I'm glad, Nick. Families are supposed to be messy, aren't they? They sound like good people." As Nick gestured up, to the streets of New York, his smile flickered slightly at the overwhelming memories. "Yeah. Nick, I…" Oliver glanced away. "I've never left Maryland before this. I spent five years in a forest. Just… go easy on me, please?"
"Yeah, that was my reaction, too. Honestly, I don't think anyone could stop them from going where they want to go. They're...interesting on their own. They're even more so as a couple." Nick chuckled, biting his lip. Yeah, those two were a mess. "They are good people. And yeah, I guess they are supposed to be a little messy." He tilted his head, expression shifting slightly as Oliver's smile faltered. "Of course. One step at a time. Tap me, if you ever need me to dampen sound. I know I can't filter everything for you, but I can make sure you don't have as much at once."
With a somewhat relieved sigh, Oliver nodded. "Thank you, Nick. I really appreciate that." He had met so few people in his life, been so little places. Nick was so much more… out there than he was, with eccentric friends and a home beneath the busiest city in the world. Oliver admired him, him and the family he'd built. "Anything else big I miss?"
"No problem," Nick assured with a bright smile. He seemed to consider this. "You know, I think we've covered most of it? There was...the Julian stuff, I ended up in Rogue. When it dissolved, I ended up wandering for about two years…" Realization seemed to cross his face before he grinned. "I found my mom here. That's pretty big news, I think."
Oliver blinked in surprise, before breaking into a grin as well. "Your mother? Nick, that's great. I have to meet her soon. Will you introduce me?" Ignoring the slightest pang of jealousy, Oliver was overjoyed for Nick. It sounded like the man had done much better than he'd ever imagined, and he knew about his relationship with his mother somewhat. Though strained, it had ended on abrupt terms, and Nick had always wanted to find her. Oliver was thrilled.
"Yeah. Turns out she ended up in the underground about a year before I did," Nick explained. "I'll absolutely introduce you to her. Once...she gets back. She's on a mission." He still wasn't aware of all the details around the particular mission. He knew most of it, since it required his mom being a mole amongst people that essentially wanted to hunt down mutants. Still, he only knew so much. When she'd said goodbye, she hadn't specified a time. He'd be lying, if he said that hadn't made him a little anxious. "She's going to love you, though. She'll have someone else she can swear at in Sign."
His brows furrowed, and he placed a gentle hand on Nick's shoulder before removing it to continue signing. "A mission she will come back from entirely unharmed. If she's the one that raised you, the most resilient man I've ever known, she must be just as strong. Hell, maybe twice as." Oliver offered the man a reassuring grin. "Oh, man. Another swearing signing sailor? Count me excited." He chuckled.
"We might as well triple how strong I am and call that my mom, to be honest," Nick replied with a laugh. "Thank you, though." He chuckled, shaking his head. "If sailor signers are what you get excited about, you should be so very excited. If you put the three of us in a room, we'd be unstoppable."
They'd finally reached Nick's apartment, and pulling out the keys to unlock his door. He opened the door, gesturing for Oliver to follow him inside. "So, what have you been up to?" he asked, having turned to walk backwards to continue talking.
Oliver stepped inside the room with a pleasant smile on his face, taking in Nick's humble abode. "After you disappeared… I waited around a while. I searched, and I waited, but it felt pointless to stay without you. So I found myself a nice spot in the forest… and I built a home. And I really didn't do much after that." He shrugged. "Made friends with the animals in the forest, a couple of human ones stumbled along every now and then. It was very peaceful… the most peaceful time in my life, honestly. But nothing ever stays that way, of course." He smiled at Nick.
Nick's heart twinged a little at hearing that Oliver had felt it was pointless to stick around without him. He was touched, in a way, but it still made him feel a little bad. "I'm sorry for leaving. I would've tried, should've tried, to give you more of a heads-up," he answered, an apologetic smile on his lips. "That sounds nice, though. Definitely peaceful. And quiet." There was something vaguely wistful in his face before he ended up snorting. "Of course."
The apartment had a relatively lived-in look to it, though it still had that militaristic quality to it. It was used and lived in, but it was still neat looking. This was admittedly more Helona's work than Nick's own, though he tended to maintain it out of habit. It was admittedly still a bit Spartan in nature, though the two occupants both had resolved to change that. There were pictures on tables and hung on walls. There were touches, little pieces of decor here and there, that represented the occupants of the house. Blankets draped over the couch and chairs, and a stray sock Nick wasn't entirely sure how it ended up in the living area. He snatched it up a little sheepishly. Just behind him, nestled against a wall, was a keyboard, set and ready to go.
"Don't be sorry." Oliver signed with a shake of his head. He'd say it - or sign it - as many times as Nick needed to hear it. Even though the apartment was cleanly, it still felt like Nick, and Oliver chuckled lightly as Nick dove to hide a stray sock. It was certainly a home. A very well kept one, but a home nonetheless. With a curious gaze Oliver gravitated towards the keyboard, allowing his fingers to glide along the plastic keys, his smile broadening. "I tried to learn the cello. I wasn't very good at it." He grinned. "And I still had your music… the songs you recommended to me, at my cottage."
Nick gave him an apologetic smile despite himself anyway, even though Oliver said not to be sorry. Perhaps, beyond the pictures and the sock, the thing that made the apartment most like a home were the handful plants placed throughout. Many of them low-light plants that could sustain themselves well enough on the lighting in the building or on a lamp. Nick glanced at one sitting on a shelf before looking over again at Oliver as he slid his fingers over the keys. "Did you really? How bad was it?" he asked with a small snicker before it grew louder. "How much of those did you actually keep, by the way? I know I'm edgy. You don't have to spare my feelings there."
"It was very bad, but I enjoyed it. All the animals left when I played." Oliver laughed. "I kept everything, Nick. Not saying I listened to all of it all the time, but I kept all of it." He moved away from the keyboard, and walked around the room, greeting every plant on every windowsill, shelf or table. "Your plants are very happy here. You take good care of them." He pointed to one. "This one would like if you watered it a bit more often, though."
"Oh no," was all Nick managed to sign before laughing at the mental image of every animal just immediately fleeing Oliver when he pulled out his cello. "That bad, huh?" He shook his head in amusement, even as the other man told him he'd kept everything. His smile turned fond at those words, and he watched him greet his plants. He glanced at the plant in particular. "Noted. I've got you, little buddy."
Oliver's grin broadened at hearing Nick's laugh. He had a great one, and it never failed to make him smile. "I love your home, Nick. I wish I could share mine with you." He sighed softly, and sunk unto the couch, closing in his eyes, taking in the calm hum of the apartment, the soft murmurs of the plants. "It's… quiet here. I like it." He signed gently, beaming at Nick. "Doesn't feel like New York at all."
Nick's apartment wasn't far from Munroe's office, but Grace still took her time in getting there when she'd left the former to the latter… Munroe had given the newly-made brunette directions, and she had used the walk as time to think of exactly what she was going to say when she spoke to Oliver and Nick. Things had… escalated. In a weird way. And there was a small part of her that was almost hopeful they might protest enough to scare her out of going back to Buck's… but then there was that part of her that was just a little tired of all the crap, and needed to unwind… to let go… even just for a few hours.
Knocking, she popped the knob and slipped inside, unsurprised to find a fluff of grey stripes winding around her ankles as she entered, and picking Maisy up, giving her a smile, she called out softly, "Boys? Where you at?"
As the knob turned and the door clicked, Oliver grinned at the entrance of Grace and Maisy, who was purring obnoxiously loud in the girl's arms. He was about to offer them a greeting when he caught sight of her freshly dyed locks. "Your hair!" Oliver exclaimed, his jaw dropping as he signed along his phone's spoken words, before putting a hand dramatically to his forehead. "Your signature color… whatever will we do?"
"Hey, maybe one day you'll get the chance. I'd love the chance to see it," Nick answered as he watched Oliver sink into the couch. "No, it doesn't feel like New York at all." A very fortunate thing on his part, really. He turned to greet Grace but the first thing out of his mouth was "Holy shit, you're not green."
Blinking, Grace stared at the two, before the words clicked, and laughing softly, she set Maisy down to run her fingers through her hair, fingering the strand of green at the back and pulling it over her shoulder, "...Not all gone… but yeah… I kinda… kinda figured it wasn't gonna be easy to blend in lookin' like Kermit." Biting her lip, she shrugged, "I know… it sucks, but whatever."
"You didn't look like Kermit." Oliver immediately protested, glad that she had least kept a little streak of it. Maisy seemed a little upset that she had been set aside, instead making a home in Oliver's lap, resuming her purring. "Did you buy any green dye in case you change your mind?" An idea formed in his head. "Or maybe you've got some to spare for me?"
"Even if you did, you'd be my favorite Kermit," Nick chuckled. "It doesn't look bad, honestly. It's not you, but it doesn't look bad. Hopefully, you'll be back to being the tiny Mean Green Machine again before you know it." He raised an eyebrow at Oliver before his smile widened. "Ollie with green hair sounds pretty interesting," he commented.
"Thanks…" Consciously, she brushed her hair back behind her ears, with a small shrug, "It'll take some gettin' used to, but it's better than bein' a target, right?" Her brow rose at Ollie's question and a laugh escaped, "Uh uh… Green is my thing, Nick. But I did grab some temporary dyes… in case I freak out and can't handle ordinary life. But I uh…" Biting her lip, she looked down, fiddling with one of the rings on her index finger, "I can't tonight. I got something I gotta do…"
Signing the word for aw, because it couldn't be expressed properly with his phone's vocabulary, Oliver smiled wistfully at Grace. "I'd like to try it, maybe. Got inspired, but now my inspiration's gone and changed her muse." He smirked, but it quickly changed to a look of confusion, watching her fidget. "Did Munroe ask something of you? Where do you need to go?"
"Fair enough," Nick said, hands raised in surrender in response to Grace claiming green as her own signature. "All I'm saying, and maybe I'm a teeny tiny bit biased, that blue would look very nice in his hair," he added, briefly carding through Oliver's hair from where he stood behind the couch, as if to make a point. He furrowed his brow a little at hearing this. "Something you have to do?" he echoed.
"Oh… Blue is definitely happening." She nodded firmly, as if leaving no room for argument, but at their questions, looked suddenly sheepish again, clearing her throat, "N-no… Not Munroe. I um… I sort of have d-date?" she finished on a question, as she shrugged, "Sort of, anyway. It's not a big deal… Just meetin' someone."
"Blue sounds nice." Oliver spoke, before falling silent entirely, blinking in surprise at Grace. "A date?" Maisy yowled, and Oliver promptly shoved the cat off his lap. She sauntered off further into the apartment. "We've been here hours, Grace. Who could you possibly have a date with?" Concern leaked into his expression, brows furrowed.
"Blue it is," Nick agreed with a grin. He tilted his head, clearly intrigued. He leaned forward, bracing himself with crossed arms on the back of the couch. "A date? They must've made quite an impression," he commented. "Ooh, does that mean I get to do a shovel talk?"
Blushing slightly, Grace shook her head, "It's not… it's not really a date…" she muttered, "Just… meeting someone. He's nice, and I like talking to him." Looking to Nick, she shrugged, "Khuyen… From Bucks?"
"I'd be doing the shovel talk if it were out of us two." Oliver replied indignantly, mulling over Grace's words before looking back at Nick. "Do you know him?"
"Nope, I'm calling shovel talk, Ollie. You get to stand over him ominously and smack your fist against your hand," Nick teased, blowing a raspberry at the other man before pausing. "Khuyen? Khuyen as in the guy that will call people he likes 'love' about 50 times in 6 minutes? Yeah, I know him. He's a good guy, he's just...an interesting choice."
"...That's an indicator he likes you?" Blinking, her brow rose, before a small smile formed. Briefly, she looked to Ollie, though eye contact seemed harder than usual, "I know you're worried… but I'm a big girl, and I've got a pretty judge of character. Look at my only two friends in the world, right? Ol… talkin' to him? I… I felt like for the first time in days, I could think about somethin' else besides how screwed up everything is. You know? I'll be careful. I promise…"
Rolling his eyes at Nick, Oliver turned back to Grace, a little surprised by the sincere amount of eye contact. A small sigh fell out of him, and he shook his head. "Please… be careful. Please. Else, Nick is coming to shovel talk him with a shovel and I'll be palming my fist ominously the entire time." He announced. "...And you have to buy me blue hair dye."
"That's one of them, yeah," Nick said slowly, raising his own eyebrow at Grace. Khuyen was...definitely an interesting choice, but to each their own. "Oh, I'm gonna be talking with my fists, too," he said before snorting and throwing his head back with a laugh as Oliver continued.
"Done. But only a blue streak… You're not edgy enough like me and Nick here to go full blue, Little Bean. Besides… I'd get jealous… dye mine back and then we'd have to stay down here forever. Also… Do I wanna know what Shovel Talks are? Cause that sounds terrifying…"
"I'm plenty edgy," Oliver protested, though he knew it was a fruitless endeavor. "Shovel talks are… Well, I only know about them because Nick told me so." Flashing a smile, he stood from his place on the couch, moving towards Grace as Maisy unceremoniously weaved her way in between his legs. "If something goes wrong, contact us, alright?" Sighing, he looked back at Nick. "Guess Nick and I will have to go on a date too, just to show you up." He joked.
"Sure you are, Ollie," Nick teased. He tilted his head, considering how to explain them. "Shovel talks...are where you threaten serious harm against the partner of someone you care about. As a way to prevent them getting hurt, so on, and so forth. They're called shovel talks, or at least this is my guess, is because you have an 'or else' hanging over the partner's head that may or may not involve hiding their body if they do hurt your loved one." He grinned back at Oliver. "You won't hear me saying no, Ollie. We can sit in a booth, in sunglasses and trench coats, and pretend we're inconspicuous."
"Oh geez… Please don't scare this poor boy away. My U-haul of baggage is gonna freak him out enough." She laughed, regardless, and shaking her head, reached out to give Oliver's arm a gentle squeeze, "Nothing's gonna go wrong… but you'll be the first one I call, yeah?"
Running her fingers through her hair, she shook her head at the both of them, "Got news for you… neither one of you is very good at being conspicuous. And not just cause you're studly and adorable. Besides…" With a saucy grin, she shrugged and bent down to scoop up Maisy again, "Can't show this up, Ollie. You should know better."
A luxurious purr fell out of Maisy, tail swishing, and Oliver rolled his eyes as his shoulders bounced with a laugh. "You can't take Maisy with you to win this guy over. She'll just take him for herself." Maisy let out a mewl of protest. "Nick and I may not be in the next booth over, but we're right behind you. Although the trench coats and sunglasses do sound nice. Go on," Oliver shooed Grace, a lopsided smile on his face. "Go run off with your new boyfriend."
"Trust me, Grace. If I know Khuyen the way I think I do? There's not a lot that would scare him off anyway," Nick chuckled, shaking his head. His chuckle turned very quickly into a laugh. "Do you mean to tell me...that walking up to a guy and decking him isn't inconspicuous?" He smiled as Maisy protested her man-stealing ways before it rolled over to Oliver as well. "The sunglasses and trench coats sound very nice. If you happen to see two tall men in them while you're out, think nothing of it."
"Oh my goodness. The two of you… I go from a deadbeat drunk dad, to two nerd dads…" Shaking her head, she reached out and gave Oliver a one armed hug, before dragging Nick into one as well, smile warming, "...Doesn't matter how it goes tonight. You know why? Cause I got the both of you, and if that's all I ever have, that's enough…" Looking down at Maisy, she grinned, "And you, too… Though we gotta work on that ego, Miss…"
Even though Oliver was nervous, Nick and Grace's words reassured him, and he leaned happily into the hug, still chuckling softly. Maisy meowed something in response and Oliver gasped, shaking his head. "I have met so many cats in my life. And Maisy is literally the worst." Oliver said aloud, grinning. "Two nerd dads is better than that one." He patted her on the shoulder. "Should Nick and I pack you a picnic basket?"
Nick laughed as he was pulled into the hug, returning it easily. "I'm honored, to be your nerd dad," he told Grace. "As one of your nerd dads, I'm asking you to be safe, and be back by curfew, and...I'm running out of dad things to say. I'm inexperienced with dadly-ness." He reached over to scratch Maisy under the chin. "She's doing just fine," he told her before laughing again outright at the picnic basket comment. "We will if you need us to!"
"Oof… Curfew might be a problem…" Rubbing the back of her neck, she laughed softly, "And I don't think I'll need a picnic. It uh… his shift doesn't end till midnight, so I'm meeting him then." Biting her lip, she shrugged, "N-not sure when I'll be back…"
with @Elle Joyner and @WingWong
Oliver waited until Grace was gone, gave her every reassuring gesture and touch he could before sending her off. It made her nervous, but now knowing that there was an entire Underground organization behind them.. Behind her… gave Oliver some peace. But he wouldn't be totally calm, totally certain, until he knew what happened to Nick. Even if he still trusted the man… even if he still loved him. He needed to fill the holes, the burning questions.
Placing a hand on Nick's shoulder, squeezing, he nodded to the man. "Somewhere quiet we can go, Nick?" He signed.
Nick gave them a farewell with a wave and a smile before turning to Oliver. Part of him dreaded it, reliving some of the details, of the thing that separated him from his friend in the first place. He knew he needed to, though, to give him peace of mind. He nodded. "They have a small library. There's also a housing area, if you want to see where I've been recently," he offered. Part of him preferred the housing area, knowing this wasn't going to be pretty, but he'd give Oliver the choice. Whatever made him feel more comfortable. "Or we could stay here, since both of them are gone." Also a decent option.
Oliver thought over the choices Nick presented him way too long, taking a last sip of the tea Munroe had brewed him. "I think the housing area would be nice. I'd like to see where you've lived. I've got plenty to tell you about where I've been. Only wish I could show you."
A small part of Nick was relieved. "I look forward to hearing about it," he signed back, before getting to his feet. "When this is all over, maybe you'll get the chance. Because I definitely want to know where you've been." Having said that, Nick strode to the door, opening it so that the two of them could leave Munroe's office to head towards the housing area.
Sighing softly, Oliver nodded, standing up and moving out of Munroe's office. "I hope so." Was all he signed, now taking a slower steps to fully absorb the place. "I did what Duncan and I planned. After you left. Built a cottage in the forest, like we said we would. I've been there since. Well.. I was there."
Nick led the way out of the office, clutching his own mug as he walked. They walked through the streets, passing small storefronts and restaurants. He looked over as Oliver signed again. That made sense, why he couldn't find him after he had been able to surface again. He gave Oliver a smile. He knew that had been his dream for a while, to live the life he'd planned to with Duncan. "I'm glad you got a chance to do that," he said sincerely. "And you're going to get the chance to do it again." He was going to make sure Oliver got out of this mess in one piece, so long as he could help it."You were there until the stuff with Grace?"
"She stumbled upon my home a year prior. When she came back.. you know the rest of the story." Oliver said with a shrug. "The things that have happened to her.. the way the world has treated her.. I want to make her happy. I want to help her find happiness. She deserves it, and more." He shook his head, smiling softly at Nick, hiding the hurt in his eyes. "I don't want to dance around the question anymore. I already forgive you, Nick.. but why did you go?"
"She does," Nick signed, agreeing with a nod. Grace hadn't gotten into all the nitty gritty details of her life the last time they'd met, though what she had said spoke volumes about what she'd been through. Sometimes, even what she didn't say did as well. He glanced up as they passed other storefronts and eventually found themselves in the residential area. It was mostly small apartments, a set-up that Nick was more than familiar with.
He sighed softly. [/i]There's kind of a story to it, but basically…"[/i] he'd started to try to make it clear and concise, but the events from five years ago still had left their own wound. This wasn't going to be quick and clean, as much as he'd like it to be. "A job went wrong, Ollie. Do you...do you remember the last one I told you about? The one where I was helping Julian get insulin and supplies for Claire, the woman that ran the make-shift infirmary?"
"I remember," Oliver signed with a nod. He'd never forgotten.. and he'd even tried to find out what happened. At the sound of Julian's name, Oliver perked up. He recalled all the things Nick had told him clearly, and the memory would have brought a fond smile to his cheeks, if Nick's tone weren't so dire. "Julian.. is he well?"
A pained look flicked over Nick's face. It was gone as quickly as it came, but it had been there. "I don't know," he admitted. He paused in signing, rubbing his own hands in an anxious habit. "I hope so, given everything," he continued. Despite everything, even. He got it, got why he'd done it. If he'd been in a similar situation, that would be an option on the table. The difference...was that he'd never consider going through with it.
He took a breath, steeling himself all over again. Five years, and he still wasn't over this all the way. He'd been trying to find it in himself to forgive Julian, and he thought he was most of the way there, but he still couldn't get all the way there. The feelings he'd had for Julian were faded away, too coated by the memory of the betrayal to stay untainted. "A couple of days before we went on the job, Julian got bad news. His grandmother...her cancer came back," he started to explain, swallowing thickly. "He said it was bad, and it had progressed pretty far. If she didn't get treatment and soon...she was going to die. Julian didn't really have a way to get the money quickly enough to even start paying off her treatment, not with his own cut. If he had my cut as well, and...a reward for turning in a mutant, he could feasibly try, though.' He trailed off, shaking his head.
As Nick spoke, Oliver couldn't stop the expression of horror that overtook his features. He watched Nick wring his hands, a sign Oliver had come to recognize over their years of friendship, and already he felt the levity of the situation. Once Nick trailed off, Oliver immediately pulled the other man into a tight hug, shaking his head against his shoulder. When he finally let go, he signed quickly, "I'm so sorry, Nick. I'm so sorry… I know what he meant to you."
Biting his lip, Oliver sighed. "You didn't get caught though… right, Nick? Tell me you didn't get caught."
Nick sniffed after he was pulled into the hug. He wrapped his arms around Oliver, content to just stay right there a while, even as his eyes stung. Eventually, though, the other pulled away and he unwrapped his arms from the other man. He smiled sadly, "It's okay. He had someone that meant more to him. I can't fault him for that."
He then shook his head. "No, but I almost was. He...he locked me in one of the containment units of the facility. By the time I got out, they were at the door. As I was headed out, there were coming in. That's...that's why I disappeared. I didn't know what they knew, how much Julian had told them. I didn't know if he was sold on giving them me. So I ran and I hid, for a month. Purged everything I could stand to get rid of that could identify me, that Julian could've told them about."
"Are you joking?" Oliver signed angrily, color rising to his cheeks. "He had someone that meant more to him… so he left you for dead? Or worse? And you don't think you can fault him for that?" He shook his head. Sometimes.. Nick was a little too kind. He gnashed his teeth, staring at the ground, trying to filter out his anger for his friend. "I tried to look for you. But you always said, break contact… I.. I tried my hardest. But you were gone. So I decided that was the time to do what I'd planned too… I should have found some way to leave you a message… tried again. I'm so sorry that happened, Nick. I'm so sorry."
"He was scared, and he was desperate," Nick signed in response, tilting his head up as tears sprung to his eyes. A bitter sort of laugh slipped out, the one he tried not to let out too often if he could help it. "And people that are scared and desperate are willing to do terrible, horrible things for the sake of that. I don't forgive him. I tried. I can't. It doesn't mean I don't get it, though. If something happened to you? I don't know what I'd be willing to do, but there are plenty of things that aren't very good that would make that list." Sometimes it scared him, the idea of what he'd be willing to do for the sake of the people he cared about. He could very easily fall into a position like Logan's, when he'd first left Rogue all those years ago.
Nick then shook his head. "Don't be sorry. You did what I asked. If I had been caught? They could've brought you down with me. That's why I asked you to break contact. I wouldn't drag you into whatever mess I ended up in," he explained, very gently bumping Oliver's shoulder again in consolation. "Don't be sorry. We're here now, aren't we?"
Oliver shook his head feverently, not returning the shoulder bump in any sort of way, gaze trained on the floor in disgust. He was furious that this had happened to Nick, and that he hadn't been there for him, or able to stop it. "If something ever happened to me, and you even thought about doing something like that, I'd strangle you myself, Nick. Got it?" It was an empty threat, of course, but there was still a fire in his eyes. "Yes.. We are here now. At least." Oliver sighed. "So.. after that. What else were you up too?"
"Got it. I'll knock that off the list of terrible things I'd do, then," Nick joked lightly. "And if you do end up strangling me, please go easy on me." He knew it was an empty threat, but he still noted the fire in Oliver's eyes. He could take a guess, at exactly was running through his friend's head, based on how he looked like he was trying to burn holes in the ground with his eyes. "And Ollie? Don't blame yourself. Please. I'm glad that, if nothing else, we're back together." He tried again, bumping shoulders with him one more time.
He sighed. "I eventually resurfaced, tried to find out who would still be willing to take a chance on someone who'd disappeared for a month. Some people, I could find again. A lot of people were just gone, though. I think my disappearing spooked them. Genevieve...was one of the people I couldn't get a hold of. You were another. So afterwards, I left. Kept in contact with the ones I could find, and then kept moving. Kept working the market for almost a year, until I basically ended up shit creek without a paddle. That was when a Rogue recruiter found me and helped me, and I ended up being a part of Rogue for its last two months before it...you know, dissolved."
At Nick's second shoulder bump attempt, a somewhat amused sigh fell out of Oliver almost reluctantly, rolling his eyes. "Fine. You're awfully convincing, you big dork." He signed through a slowly growing smirk. However, it was overcome by another look of sadness quite quickly. "Genevieve… I'm saddened to hear that." He would never forget the kindness of the woman, towards him and so many others. "You and shit creek seem to be old friends, Nick. Maybe older than you and I. At least Rogue was kind to you, I imagine. Are your friends from there alright? Made it out?"
"That's me. A very convincing dork," Nick signed back, grinning over at Oliver. His expression soon sombered as well. "I'm still looking for her, so here's to hoping." He couldn't help the snort. "I might as well buy a home in shit creek, considering I'm there so much. And they were," he agreed. "I know a lot of them made it out, and as far as I know, they're doing okay. That's...kind of the other reason I want to try to find some of them. Obviously I'm concerned as a whole for everyone who could be involved with what's happened to Grace, but I want to make sure they're okay, too. Plus, I think some of them would love to meet you."
Oliver laughed lightly, his signature airy rasp falling with a small shake of his shoulders. "They living the domestic life? Picket fence and all? I'd love to see someone who really.. Made it. Especially out of the mess Rogue was." Oliver smirked at Nick, though he was being fairly honest. "It makes sense to search for past Rogue members if we're looking for Devon. And I don't see why you shouldn't check in on them, too." The thought of Nick with close friends, Nick happy, made Oliver happy, too. The absence of Genevieve was worrying, but sometimes, these things couldn't be helped. But he had Nick back… and that was what mattered right now. "You like it here? The Underground?"
Nick snorted, rolling his eyes. "Some of them are. I know a couple that are basically honeymooning in Europe right now. There's a couple of others that are in the middle of nowhere, living their lives. I'd like to think that's pretty close to making it. It was a mess, yeah, but it worked. We were all a little like a family. Disjointed and dysfunctional, but we worked." He smiled wide at Oliver, nodding in agreement. He really wanted to check in with a specific few of them, but he wouldn't say no to catching up with all of them. A lot of time had passed, and honestly, he missed them. He understood why a lot of them quit living like Rogues, even after everything at the end, with so much more at stake for so many of them. Still, he couldn't help but miss it a little. "For the most part, yeah. Kinda homey, in a way. The people are friendly, tight-knit. It's a lot better than up there too." He gestured up, where the streets of New York were above them, to make his point.
"Honeymooning in Europe?" Oliver signed mockingly, a little shocked, though mostly impressed. There was still a fond smile on his face. "I'm glad, Nick. Families are supposed to be messy, aren't they? They sound like good people." As Nick gestured up, to the streets of New York, his smile flickered slightly at the overwhelming memories. "Yeah. Nick, I…" Oliver glanced away. "I've never left Maryland before this. I spent five years in a forest. Just… go easy on me, please?"
"Yeah, that was my reaction, too. Honestly, I don't think anyone could stop them from going where they want to go. They're...interesting on their own. They're even more so as a couple." Nick chuckled, biting his lip. Yeah, those two were a mess. "They are good people. And yeah, I guess they are supposed to be a little messy." He tilted his head, expression shifting slightly as Oliver's smile faltered. "Of course. One step at a time. Tap me, if you ever need me to dampen sound. I know I can't filter everything for you, but I can make sure you don't have as much at once."
With a somewhat relieved sigh, Oliver nodded. "Thank you, Nick. I really appreciate that." He had met so few people in his life, been so little places. Nick was so much more… out there than he was, with eccentric friends and a home beneath the busiest city in the world. Oliver admired him, him and the family he'd built. "Anything else big I miss?"
"No problem," Nick assured with a bright smile. He seemed to consider this. "You know, I think we've covered most of it? There was...the Julian stuff, I ended up in Rogue. When it dissolved, I ended up wandering for about two years…" Realization seemed to cross his face before he grinned. "I found my mom here. That's pretty big news, I think."
Oliver blinked in surprise, before breaking into a grin as well. "Your mother? Nick, that's great. I have to meet her soon. Will you introduce me?" Ignoring the slightest pang of jealousy, Oliver was overjoyed for Nick. It sounded like the man had done much better than he'd ever imagined, and he knew about his relationship with his mother somewhat. Though strained, it had ended on abrupt terms, and Nick had always wanted to find her. Oliver was thrilled.
"Yeah. Turns out she ended up in the underground about a year before I did," Nick explained. "I'll absolutely introduce you to her. Once...she gets back. She's on a mission." He still wasn't aware of all the details around the particular mission. He knew most of it, since it required his mom being a mole amongst people that essentially wanted to hunt down mutants. Still, he only knew so much. When she'd said goodbye, she hadn't specified a time. He'd be lying, if he said that hadn't made him a little anxious. "She's going to love you, though. She'll have someone else she can swear at in Sign."
His brows furrowed, and he placed a gentle hand on Nick's shoulder before removing it to continue signing. "A mission she will come back from entirely unharmed. If she's the one that raised you, the most resilient man I've ever known, she must be just as strong. Hell, maybe twice as." Oliver offered the man a reassuring grin. "Oh, man. Another swearing signing sailor? Count me excited." He chuckled.
"We might as well triple how strong I am and call that my mom, to be honest," Nick replied with a laugh. "Thank you, though." He chuckled, shaking his head. "If sailor signers are what you get excited about, you should be so very excited. If you put the three of us in a room, we'd be unstoppable."
They'd finally reached Nick's apartment, and pulling out the keys to unlock his door. He opened the door, gesturing for Oliver to follow him inside. "So, what have you been up to?" he asked, having turned to walk backwards to continue talking.
Oliver stepped inside the room with a pleasant smile on his face, taking in Nick's humble abode. "After you disappeared… I waited around a while. I searched, and I waited, but it felt pointless to stay without you. So I found myself a nice spot in the forest… and I built a home. And I really didn't do much after that." He shrugged. "Made friends with the animals in the forest, a couple of human ones stumbled along every now and then. It was very peaceful… the most peaceful time in my life, honestly. But nothing ever stays that way, of course." He smiled at Nick.
Nick's heart twinged a little at hearing that Oliver had felt it was pointless to stick around without him. He was touched, in a way, but it still made him feel a little bad. "I'm sorry for leaving. I would've tried, should've tried, to give you more of a heads-up," he answered, an apologetic smile on his lips. "That sounds nice, though. Definitely peaceful. And quiet." There was something vaguely wistful in his face before he ended up snorting. "Of course."
The apartment had a relatively lived-in look to it, though it still had that militaristic quality to it. It was used and lived in, but it was still neat looking. This was admittedly more Helona's work than Nick's own, though he tended to maintain it out of habit. It was admittedly still a bit Spartan in nature, though the two occupants both had resolved to change that. There were pictures on tables and hung on walls. There were touches, little pieces of decor here and there, that represented the occupants of the house. Blankets draped over the couch and chairs, and a stray sock Nick wasn't entirely sure how it ended up in the living area. He snatched it up a little sheepishly. Just behind him, nestled against a wall, was a keyboard, set and ready to go.
"Don't be sorry." Oliver signed with a shake of his head. He'd say it - or sign it - as many times as Nick needed to hear it. Even though the apartment was cleanly, it still felt like Nick, and Oliver chuckled lightly as Nick dove to hide a stray sock. It was certainly a home. A very well kept one, but a home nonetheless. With a curious gaze Oliver gravitated towards the keyboard, allowing his fingers to glide along the plastic keys, his smile broadening. "I tried to learn the cello. I wasn't very good at it." He grinned. "And I still had your music… the songs you recommended to me, at my cottage."
Nick gave him an apologetic smile despite himself anyway, even though Oliver said not to be sorry. Perhaps, beyond the pictures and the sock, the thing that made the apartment most like a home were the handful plants placed throughout. Many of them low-light plants that could sustain themselves well enough on the lighting in the building or on a lamp. Nick glanced at one sitting on a shelf before looking over again at Oliver as he slid his fingers over the keys. "Did you really? How bad was it?" he asked with a small snicker before it grew louder. "How much of those did you actually keep, by the way? I know I'm edgy. You don't have to spare my feelings there."
"It was very bad, but I enjoyed it. All the animals left when I played." Oliver laughed. "I kept everything, Nick. Not saying I listened to all of it all the time, but I kept all of it." He moved away from the keyboard, and walked around the room, greeting every plant on every windowsill, shelf or table. "Your plants are very happy here. You take good care of them." He pointed to one. "This one would like if you watered it a bit more often, though."
"Oh no," was all Nick managed to sign before laughing at the mental image of every animal just immediately fleeing Oliver when he pulled out his cello. "That bad, huh?" He shook his head in amusement, even as the other man told him he'd kept everything. His smile turned fond at those words, and he watched him greet his plants. He glanced at the plant in particular. "Noted. I've got you, little buddy."
Oliver's grin broadened at hearing Nick's laugh. He had a great one, and it never failed to make him smile. "I love your home, Nick. I wish I could share mine with you." He sighed softly, and sunk unto the couch, closing in his eyes, taking in the calm hum of the apartment, the soft murmurs of the plants. "It's… quiet here. I like it." He signed gently, beaming at Nick. "Doesn't feel like New York at all."
Nick's apartment wasn't far from Munroe's office, but Grace still took her time in getting there when she'd left the former to the latter… Munroe had given the newly-made brunette directions, and she had used the walk as time to think of exactly what she was going to say when she spoke to Oliver and Nick. Things had… escalated. In a weird way. And there was a small part of her that was almost hopeful they might protest enough to scare her out of going back to Buck's… but then there was that part of her that was just a little tired of all the crap, and needed to unwind… to let go… even just for a few hours.
Knocking, she popped the knob and slipped inside, unsurprised to find a fluff of grey stripes winding around her ankles as she entered, and picking Maisy up, giving her a smile, she called out softly, "Boys? Where you at?"
As the knob turned and the door clicked, Oliver grinned at the entrance of Grace and Maisy, who was purring obnoxiously loud in the girl's arms. He was about to offer them a greeting when he caught sight of her freshly dyed locks. "Your hair!" Oliver exclaimed, his jaw dropping as he signed along his phone's spoken words, before putting a hand dramatically to his forehead. "Your signature color… whatever will we do?"
"Hey, maybe one day you'll get the chance. I'd love the chance to see it," Nick answered as he watched Oliver sink into the couch. "No, it doesn't feel like New York at all." A very fortunate thing on his part, really. He turned to greet Grace but the first thing out of his mouth was "Holy shit, you're not green."
Blinking, Grace stared at the two, before the words clicked, and laughing softly, she set Maisy down to run her fingers through her hair, fingering the strand of green at the back and pulling it over her shoulder, "...Not all gone… but yeah… I kinda… kinda figured it wasn't gonna be easy to blend in lookin' like Kermit." Biting her lip, she shrugged, "I know… it sucks, but whatever."
"You didn't look like Kermit." Oliver immediately protested, glad that she had least kept a little streak of it. Maisy seemed a little upset that she had been set aside, instead making a home in Oliver's lap, resuming her purring. "Did you buy any green dye in case you change your mind?" An idea formed in his head. "Or maybe you've got some to spare for me?"
"Even if you did, you'd be my favorite Kermit," Nick chuckled. "It doesn't look bad, honestly. It's not you, but it doesn't look bad. Hopefully, you'll be back to being the tiny Mean Green Machine again before you know it." He raised an eyebrow at Oliver before his smile widened. "Ollie with green hair sounds pretty interesting," he commented.
"Thanks…" Consciously, she brushed her hair back behind her ears, with a small shrug, "It'll take some gettin' used to, but it's better than bein' a target, right?" Her brow rose at Ollie's question and a laugh escaped, "Uh uh… Green is my thing, Nick. But I did grab some temporary dyes… in case I freak out and can't handle ordinary life. But I uh…" Biting her lip, she looked down, fiddling with one of the rings on her index finger, "I can't tonight. I got something I gotta do…"
Signing the word for aw, because it couldn't be expressed properly with his phone's vocabulary, Oliver smiled wistfully at Grace. "I'd like to try it, maybe. Got inspired, but now my inspiration's gone and changed her muse." He smirked, but it quickly changed to a look of confusion, watching her fidget. "Did Munroe ask something of you? Where do you need to go?"
"Fair enough," Nick said, hands raised in surrender in response to Grace claiming green as her own signature. "All I'm saying, and maybe I'm a teeny tiny bit biased, that blue would look very nice in his hair," he added, briefly carding through Oliver's hair from where he stood behind the couch, as if to make a point. He furrowed his brow a little at hearing this. "Something you have to do?" he echoed.
"Oh… Blue is definitely happening." She nodded firmly, as if leaving no room for argument, but at their questions, looked suddenly sheepish again, clearing her throat, "N-no… Not Munroe. I um… I sort of have d-date?" she finished on a question, as she shrugged, "Sort of, anyway. It's not a big deal… Just meetin' someone."
"Blue sounds nice." Oliver spoke, before falling silent entirely, blinking in surprise at Grace. "A date?" Maisy yowled, and Oliver promptly shoved the cat off his lap. She sauntered off further into the apartment. "We've been here hours, Grace. Who could you possibly have a date with?" Concern leaked into his expression, brows furrowed.
"Blue it is," Nick agreed with a grin. He tilted his head, clearly intrigued. He leaned forward, bracing himself with crossed arms on the back of the couch. "A date? They must've made quite an impression," he commented. "Ooh, does that mean I get to do a shovel talk?"
Blushing slightly, Grace shook her head, "It's not… it's not really a date…" she muttered, "Just… meeting someone. He's nice, and I like talking to him." Looking to Nick, she shrugged, "Khuyen… From Bucks?"
"I'd be doing the shovel talk if it were out of us two." Oliver replied indignantly, mulling over Grace's words before looking back at Nick. "Do you know him?"
"Nope, I'm calling shovel talk, Ollie. You get to stand over him ominously and smack your fist against your hand," Nick teased, blowing a raspberry at the other man before pausing. "Khuyen? Khuyen as in the guy that will call people he likes 'love' about 50 times in 6 minutes? Yeah, I know him. He's a good guy, he's just...an interesting choice."
"...That's an indicator he likes you?" Blinking, her brow rose, before a small smile formed. Briefly, she looked to Ollie, though eye contact seemed harder than usual, "I know you're worried… but I'm a big girl, and I've got a pretty judge of character. Look at my only two friends in the world, right? Ol… talkin' to him? I… I felt like for the first time in days, I could think about somethin' else besides how screwed up everything is. You know? I'll be careful. I promise…"
Rolling his eyes at Nick, Oliver turned back to Grace, a little surprised by the sincere amount of eye contact. A small sigh fell out of him, and he shook his head. "Please… be careful. Please. Else, Nick is coming to shovel talk him with a shovel and I'll be palming my fist ominously the entire time." He announced. "...And you have to buy me blue hair dye."
"That's one of them, yeah," Nick said slowly, raising his own eyebrow at Grace. Khuyen was...definitely an interesting choice, but to each their own. "Oh, I'm gonna be talking with my fists, too," he said before snorting and throwing his head back with a laugh as Oliver continued.
"Done. But only a blue streak… You're not edgy enough like me and Nick here to go full blue, Little Bean. Besides… I'd get jealous… dye mine back and then we'd have to stay down here forever. Also… Do I wanna know what Shovel Talks are? Cause that sounds terrifying…"
"I'm plenty edgy," Oliver protested, though he knew it was a fruitless endeavor. "Shovel talks are… Well, I only know about them because Nick told me so." Flashing a smile, he stood from his place on the couch, moving towards Grace as Maisy unceremoniously weaved her way in between his legs. "If something goes wrong, contact us, alright?" Sighing, he looked back at Nick. "Guess Nick and I will have to go on a date too, just to show you up." He joked.
"Sure you are, Ollie," Nick teased. He tilted his head, considering how to explain them. "Shovel talks...are where you threaten serious harm against the partner of someone you care about. As a way to prevent them getting hurt, so on, and so forth. They're called shovel talks, or at least this is my guess, is because you have an 'or else' hanging over the partner's head that may or may not involve hiding their body if they do hurt your loved one." He grinned back at Oliver. "You won't hear me saying no, Ollie. We can sit in a booth, in sunglasses and trench coats, and pretend we're inconspicuous."
"Oh geez… Please don't scare this poor boy away. My U-haul of baggage is gonna freak him out enough." She laughed, regardless, and shaking her head, reached out to give Oliver's arm a gentle squeeze, "Nothing's gonna go wrong… but you'll be the first one I call, yeah?"
Running her fingers through her hair, she shook her head at the both of them, "Got news for you… neither one of you is very good at being conspicuous. And not just cause you're studly and adorable. Besides…" With a saucy grin, she shrugged and bent down to scoop up Maisy again, "Can't show this up, Ollie. You should know better."
A luxurious purr fell out of Maisy, tail swishing, and Oliver rolled his eyes as his shoulders bounced with a laugh. "You can't take Maisy with you to win this guy over. She'll just take him for herself." Maisy let out a mewl of protest. "Nick and I may not be in the next booth over, but we're right behind you. Although the trench coats and sunglasses do sound nice. Go on," Oliver shooed Grace, a lopsided smile on his face. "Go run off with your new boyfriend."
"Trust me, Grace. If I know Khuyen the way I think I do? There's not a lot that would scare him off anyway," Nick chuckled, shaking his head. His chuckle turned very quickly into a laugh. "Do you mean to tell me...that walking up to a guy and decking him isn't inconspicuous?" He smiled as Maisy protested her man-stealing ways before it rolled over to Oliver as well. "The sunglasses and trench coats sound very nice. If you happen to see two tall men in them while you're out, think nothing of it."
"Oh my goodness. The two of you… I go from a deadbeat drunk dad, to two nerd dads…" Shaking her head, she reached out and gave Oliver a one armed hug, before dragging Nick into one as well, smile warming, "...Doesn't matter how it goes tonight. You know why? Cause I got the both of you, and if that's all I ever have, that's enough…" Looking down at Maisy, she grinned, "And you, too… Though we gotta work on that ego, Miss…"
Even though Oliver was nervous, Nick and Grace's words reassured him, and he leaned happily into the hug, still chuckling softly. Maisy meowed something in response and Oliver gasped, shaking his head. "I have met so many cats in my life. And Maisy is literally the worst." Oliver said aloud, grinning. "Two nerd dads is better than that one." He patted her on the shoulder. "Should Nick and I pack you a picnic basket?"
Nick laughed as he was pulled into the hug, returning it easily. "I'm honored, to be your nerd dad," he told Grace. "As one of your nerd dads, I'm asking you to be safe, and be back by curfew, and...I'm running out of dad things to say. I'm inexperienced with dadly-ness." He reached over to scratch Maisy under the chin. "She's doing just fine," he told her before laughing again outright at the picnic basket comment. "We will if you need us to!"
"Oof… Curfew might be a problem…" Rubbing the back of her neck, she laughed softly, "And I don't think I'll need a picnic. It uh… his shift doesn't end till midnight, so I'm meeting him then." Biting her lip, she shrugged, "N-not sure when I'll be back…"