"... Laurel?" Nic called quietly.

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"Only rich people with not so honorable connections," Missy elaborated. Then she seemed to think about that for another moment. "Alright," she decided.

Laurel still didn't respond.

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Rosen was very pleased as they went to his gaming room.

After another minute, Nic quickly glanced in through the crack to see if Laurel was even still in the tub.

It looked like Laurel had slipped down in the tub, her head was almost entirely submerged except for her nose which was just slightly above the water. It wasn't clear if she was even awake.

Nic quickly went to find another towel before going into the bathroom and putting a towel over Laurel in the bath before gently trying to pull her up so her head was out of the water.

When Nic pulled her up, Laurel slowly opened her still slightly puffy eyes and focused on him.

Nic didn't say anything as he propped her head back against the edge of the tub.

"... I notice the little things," she suddenly told him quietly in a hoarse voice.

Nic looked like he might say something, but didn't. Then he got up to leave.

Laurel grabbed his hand tightly, not letting him leave.

Nic still turned before sitting down.

Laurel was silent for a moment before continuing, "You rented a tux even though you didn't have to. You taste tested all those kinds of fruits. And every time I ask something from you, you go above and beyond. I mean, this bathroom... fruit, towels, soaps... you didn't have to do that. So... I'm sorry," she added in a very quiet voice, "I'm sorry."

Nic didn't say anything.

Laurel went on, "Please forgive me, Nic," she whispered, "I never want to hurt you... but it's not fair. I cause you pain... without realizing it."

Nic still didn't say anything, sitting there quietly looking at the door.

"Nic..." she whispered, "I want to be able to help when you ask for it." There was a little splashing as she slowly sat up and reached out, wrapping her arms around his neck from behind.