Nick began to move when the water no longer scalded him, washing himself. His speed began to increase once he was able to smell whatever Ava was cooking. It was enough of a motivator to get him moving and get him out of the shower, fleshly clean and only slightly red. Deciding that he wasn't going anywhere for the rest of the day, Nick slid into one of the few pairs of sweatpants that he owned before beginning to move to the stairs. Catching himself, he remembered something his mother used to chastise him for: attempting to be rude and eat without a shirt on. Sighing and turning around, Nick dug out a simple shirt and threw it on before actually joining Ava downstairs.<br/><br/>The smell grew stronger the closer he got to the kitchen. But, instead of going to take a peek at whatever it was, he decided to move to Ava. With her back to him, Nick leaned over her and wrapped his arms around her. "Thank you for handling dinner," he said. "I probably wouldn't have thought about it if I was by my self." After a few more seconds draped over her, Nick stood and returned to the pitcher of water, finishing it off completely in an attempt to cool down after that admittedly too hot shower. "So... what's for dinner?" he asked, setting the pitcher back down and wandering over towards the couch. He had no way of knowing when it would be done, thus the couch was the preferred place to sit. He tossed himself over the back of it and onto the cushions, calling to the TV. "News and Debriefings, vertically split," Nick commanded.