And another chapter. Sorry this one's so much shorter than the others. I promise it'll start getting more substance. Enjoy it!
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Half Past Now
It was after three in the afternoon when Nick and Greg finally woke up and started getting ready for their day/night. Both of them had to be in to work by seven (and had been coming in that early ever since the lab had done away with swing shift) so that gave them a couple hours to themselves but not enough time to really use.
At the moment Nick was in Greg's kitchen preparing them both Sandwiches while Greg sat at the table still dwelling over Liz's behavior that morning. "I mean really, what'd I do?" He asked, frustrated.
"I dunno," Nick answered, his thick Texas accent making the simple words seem so much more significant. "What's up with you two anyway? I mean how do you know each other? She your ex or something?"
"I have no idea what's up," Greg said, being evasive. "I mean I thought we were friends."
"Yeah I got that," Nick answered, almost shortly. "But who is she?"
"Elizabeth Gellar," Greg answered, simply.
"Greg," Nick said, trying to get him to be serious for a moment. "Honestly, who is she?"
"We went to the same High School," Greg admitted. "And College. And Graduate College. And, I'm pretty sure Primary and Elementary school, too."
"So you've known her your whole life," Nick chuckled. The only people he'd known his entire life were his family. But with five sisters, a brother, and over thirty-six cousins (all but one of which were older than him) he hadn't noticed much when people came in and out of his life as a chlid. "It's pretty cool that you're still friends after all that time."
"I guess," Greg answered, absently. "But I'm not sure we even are friends, I mean she was pretty mad at me."
"She's hurtin'," Nick said, gently. "She's confused. You gotta be there for her and give her a chance to come around. If she's right about her husband and somethin' did happen to him she's gonna need a friend."
"I guess," Greg admitted. "I have no idea. I'll just ask Catherine about it when we go in for shift in a bit but until then, I think I ought to just focus on you and Stu."
"Now that's a plan I can get on board with," Nick responded playfully, as he dropped the two sandwiches on the table in front of them. "Now how do you want to do going into work today, who should leave first? And do you want me to drop Stewie off at my house before I go in?"
"He can stay here," Greg agreed. "But I think I should leave first since my place is about five minutes closer to the lab than yours."
"Or," Nick offered, rubbing Greg's forearm,"We could just go in together and to hell with what everyone thinks."
"We can't," Greg sighed, turning away from Nick.