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.]

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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.]