[He had explained that before, but Nicky was...well, his mind was going a million miles an hour and an entire lifetime of being trained to be seen and not heard made it really hard to express himself. It was a flaw, but he was getting better with the group at his back.

By the time Booker joined him down by the pod, he'd gotten his shit back under control and he sent a small smile in Booker's direction.]

I'm disgusting and my French is laughable, at best. Can we please just get something and bring it back here? We can eat and set up a movie on your laptop?

[Maybe cuddle and kiss a little on Booker's new bed? He didn't ask...but he wanted to. Instead, he picked up the last of the heavy stuff, using all those muscles that years of fencing lessons had given him, and headed back inside.]