Hey. [He's leaning against that fantastic car of his--yes, fantastic, Nick Burkhardt--, holding a plain brown paper bag. He may have been waiting for you. He may even have a few fresh crullers from that place Nick likes so much too. Not that he's worried about the Grimm, or figures he needs to wind down after this week--no, not that at all.
Ah, I was--headed back from a job, and I..[he shrugs, wandering over] Thought you might be hungry. Or stressed. Or a mix of the two. You don't exactly sleep much.
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Shut up.] How's it hanging, Grimmlock.
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Hey. What brings you here?
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