01-12-2025, 11:22 PM
Hayden laughed as he started battering the mushrooms and tomatoes to fry up. The beans could be done without for now. Maybe next time. "Do you know Nox?" He chuckled a little more. "I mean really know him?"
It was more a rhetorical question. "Nox lives out of two bags. He has no taste in clothes. This is all his hacker buddy giving him something so it's not empty. I'll tell you what I told those kids. This is your house. This is your home. Nox has funds that Sage set aside for decorating. Nox is never going to make this house feel like a home cause he's fucking Atharim. And American Atharim at that. He's going to live out of a bag and make very little mark on where he is because he expects to move at the blink of an eye. Just don't touch his room. And I don't mean the one everyone set aside for him upstairs, cause he won't use it."
He started frying up the sausage and bacon. "Elyse, make it your home, because Nox does not and has never had a home he hasn't left with in months. You need to make this home, for you, and those kids because that AI ain't going anywhere. And there isn't anything you can do about it. It's here to help Nox, ignore it. I'll talk to him about limiting it to mundane tasks unless asked. That way no one here has to have the uncomfortable conversation." He smiled at her.
"I have a safe house around the corner, if you need something of a break. The bar's not done, but the rooms are. There is no weapons cache, and most Atharim tend to avoid Nox's perimeter right now. They don't particularly like being hounded by Sage's drones. Nox's house isn't the fortress, it's the three block radius in which he has every camera tapped, and sensors that tell him when anything and everything crosses it. This house is a safe house, nothing more. But it's sterile and new and never been lived in. Make it your home hun. Nox won't be upset. He'll thank you."
"And maybe if you add some color, throw a few pillows, change the curtains, buy new furniture all on Nox's dime mind you. Maybe that will help with the depression and the ideation of self-harm."
It was more a rhetorical question. "Nox lives out of two bags. He has no taste in clothes. This is all his hacker buddy giving him something so it's not empty. I'll tell you what I told those kids. This is your house. This is your home. Nox has funds that Sage set aside for decorating. Nox is never going to make this house feel like a home cause he's fucking Atharim. And American Atharim at that. He's going to live out of a bag and make very little mark on where he is because he expects to move at the blink of an eye. Just don't touch his room. And I don't mean the one everyone set aside for him upstairs, cause he won't use it."
He started frying up the sausage and bacon. "Elyse, make it your home, because Nox does not and has never had a home he hasn't left with in months. You need to make this home, for you, and those kids because that AI ain't going anywhere. And there isn't anything you can do about it. It's here to help Nox, ignore it. I'll talk to him about limiting it to mundane tasks unless asked. That way no one here has to have the uncomfortable conversation." He smiled at her.
"I have a safe house around the corner, if you need something of a break. The bar's not done, but the rooms are. There is no weapons cache, and most Atharim tend to avoid Nox's perimeter right now. They don't particularly like being hounded by Sage's drones. Nox's house isn't the fortress, it's the three block radius in which he has every camera tapped, and sensors that tell him when anything and everything crosses it. This house is a safe house, nothing more. But it's sterile and new and never been lived in. Make it your home hun. Nox won't be upset. He'll thank you."
"And maybe if you add some color, throw a few pillows, change the curtains, buy new furniture all on Nox's dime mind you. Maybe that will help with the depression and the ideation of self-harm."