IC Contact

[detectivetroll]

You've reached Detective Nick Burkhardt. If this is an emergency, please call 911. Otherwise leave a message and I'll get back to you ASAP.



[Calls, texts, and emails are a-okay! He has both a work email and personal email, and an office phone and cell phone. Just specify which one.]

Comments

text;

[stopinthenameofawe]

Karl lost his Echos.

[yup. that should be enough to convey her emotions right now.]

text;

[detectivetroll]

Shit.

[yup, definitely is.]

Where are you?

Re: text;

[stopinthenameofawe]

My apartment. [yeah even her texting is halfhearted right now.]

text;

[detectivetroll]

I'm on my way.

[He doesn't ask if she wants company - if she'd wanted to be alone, she probably wouldn't have texted him. Instead, he just saves the report he'd been working on and grabs keys, heading over to her apartment to rap on the door.]

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[stopinthenameofawe]

[Melissa opens it, and unlike the last time she dragged Nick over here, she's not even bothering to pretend she's ok.]

...Hey.

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[detectivetroll]

...hey.

[He wouldn't buy a pretense, anyway. This kind of thing sucks. He holds up a six pack of beer in one hand, a bottle of something harder in the other - if he didn't have a reasonably high tolerance and a fondness for drinking, anyway, he'd start to worry about network shit making him an alcoholic.]

Interested?

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[stopinthenameofawe]

Definitely. [Melissa's clubbing has gone down some since her involvement with the network, if only because of situations like this. It says something about her life that she does a lot more drinking at home now.

She'll close the door behind him, sitting down on her couch and taking a beer from him for now. She's not sure how much she wants to talk about it.]

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[detectivetroll]

[Her and him both. ...although at least some of his at-home drinking's been with her, which might not be all that much better.

He follows after her, dropping down onto the couch and grabbing a beer for himself, taking a long drink.]

I can listen, or, uh, not listen. Whatever you want.

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[stopinthenameofawe]

I don't even know. [She'll flop her head onto his shoulder, desperately needing the physical contact and comfort, taking a drink of a beer herself. She's quiet for a moment, before apparently she does want to talk about it. At least, indirectly.]

Why does everyone have such shitty timing? [no seriously. why.]

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[detectivetroll]

[He settles his arm automatically around her, adjusting to make a more comfortable pillow.]

Maybe it's a former monster hunter thing. Or maybe... I don't know, if I could figure out the answer to that, life'd be a lot easier.

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[stopinthenameofawe]

[twins make the best pillows, obviously.]

Our lives need to stop looking exactly the same. [...hopefully Lyall won't lose his Echos tomorrow. That would suck and she would feel bad.]

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[detectivetroll]

[It would really suck. Nick's been trying not to think about that, considering what happened with Monroe. Except to try to prevent it from happening.]

I don't know, I couldn't ask for a better partner in parallel lives.

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[stopinthenameofawe]

[That at least gets her to chuckle, gently bumping her head against his.] Yeah, you've got a point there...

[Would it feel worse if she didn't have someone to commiserate with? ...Probably. Misery loves company, after all.]

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[detectivetroll]

[It would definitely feel worse. That's Nick's opinion, anyway, he's not sure what he'd do without her.]

Does he remember anything?

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[stopinthenameofawe]

Doesn't appear to. [It was... quite a reaction from both of them when they woke up and Karl didn't remember ever sleeping with her.]