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Joe walked as quietly as he could through the safe house back to the room, he was sharing with Nicky. Joe volunteered to get the last supplies, they needed, because Andy was still healing up, and Nicky wanted to start Nile on her sword training. When Joe came into the room, he tripped over something in the dark and hit his head hard on the metal bed frame.
Joe shouting in a long-forgotten dialect: “Nicolò Al-Kaysani, when I asked you to pack our stuff, I didn’t mean making a mess.”
Joe looked over at Nicky, who sits up with a sleepy look on his face not understanding anything.
Nicky in the same long-forgotten dialect: "What?"
In the room beside Joe and Nicky's room
Nile, who had already drawn her gun: “What was that?”
Andy: “That was Joe complaining about living with the world's oldest teenager. Nicky has a habit of not picking stuff up from the floor, which Joe constantly trips over."
Nile: "Are we talking about the same Nicky? "Mr Don't Leave A Mess In The Kitchen" Nicky."
Andy: " Yep, because if you ask Nicky there's a difference between the place you eat and the place you sleep. Go back to sleep, Nile.”
Both women lay down to get some more sleep to the sound of a discussion in the long-forgotten dialect next door.
In Joe and Nicky's room.
Nicky still confused while ruffling his hair: “What are you talking about?”
Joe: “How hard can it be to pick up your stuff and place it in your backpack?
Nicky: “If you take a closer look, you’ll see that my stuff lays near the backpack, so in a way, it’s an improvement.”
Nicky gives Joe a smile, that makes Joe shake his head resignedly. For as long as Joe had known Nicky, Nicky would turn his backpack upside down whenever Nicky could, and for as long as Nicky had known Joe, Joe had fallen over Nicky's stuff and asked Nicky to clean up after him. It was a discussion they still would have in the future.
Joe kicked off his boots: “Why is it I cannot be angry at you for more than one second at a time?”
Nicky: “Because you love me. Did you hurt yourself when you fell?"
Joe crawled under the blanket to Nicky.
Joe pointed at his forehead: “I got a big av av here. Please kiss my ouchie."
Nicky places a kiss on Joe's forehead: "Better?"
Joe: "No, I need at least twenty more kisses before it doesn't hurt anymore."
Nicky kisses Joe's forehead over and over again, which makes Joe laugh. Suddenly someone hammers on the wall very loudly.
Andy shouting: "It's good you're friends again, so I'm giving you this warning: go to sleep or else I'll find my labrys."