"Only because then, as now, you refused to use a ladder." It was said with a laugh, and was wholly, unmistakably fond because he had done a fair amount of grumbling about it, but he'd still helped when needed, mostly by making sure Nicky actually slept at regular intervals during the construction.

He shifted himself a little closer with the pigment kit, leaving room for Andy on his other side when she returned to the couch, "Here, give me your hand, I decided what I'm doing." Mostly because he knew Nicky trusted him -as Andy did- to just ink something and know that it would turn out fitting. He did, of course, tap his fingers against the hand not being used to pet Booker like an over-sized, well-contented housecat, because he wasn't going to interrupt that when the other man was finally starting to settle in with them again.