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Dating Advice	By : RikuRocks Category: CSI > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5865 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author�s notes: Writing Papa Olaf is both fun and nerve-wracking. I�m amazed at how much I wanted to get him right, considering he�d never actually made an appearance on the show. Isn�t it astounding, the impact such background characters can have?

Thanks again to rusty_the_train of lj for helping me with my Norwegian. Oh, and Greger (a Scandinavian variation of Gregory) is Greg�s full name (in my little universe), in case that wasn�t clear during the scenes with Mr. Steinhoff.

See the first chapter for the disclaimer and more story notes.

Norwegian Translations: God morgen = Good morning

Elskling = My love

På gjensyn = See you

Greger, gutten min! = Greger, my boy!

Hvordan har du det? = How are you?

Min Greger = My Greger

Ja = Yes

Adjø = Goodbye

vennen min = sweetie

God dag = Good day

Nick awoke with a smile the next morning, even if he was in his own house without Greg. Their date the night before had been the best first date he had ever experienced. He was actually glad that they had not taken things too far so quickly; the level of comfort and intimacy he had felt seemed stronger than they had with any of the dates he had before. Between Greg�s affable nature and the easy conversation between them, Nick had never felt such a relaxed and contented atmosphere as he had that evening.
A glance at the clock told the CSI that he had actually woken up earlier than usual, despite going to bed late the night before and knowing that the dreams he had -all inspired by the box in Greg�s nightstand that he never should have opened- had prevented his body from resting itself entirely. A slight blush graced his features at the memory of those dreams; he never realized just how creative his own imagination could be. He groaned and laughed simultaneously when he felt his body start to react to the dreams all over again�at least he finally knew without a doubt that that area of his and Greg�s relationship would not be a problem.
Trying to decide if he should stay in bed or not, the Texan recalled that he had started waking earlier when he stayed with Greg after Crane�s arrest, and figured that staying over at his house so often recently had the same effect on him. Considering how rested and happy he felt, Nick decided to get up and take a long shower.
When he emerged from the shower half and hour later, feeling warm and energized, Nick saw that he still had plenty of time to stop somewhere to eat before work, and a rather pleasant idea struck him. He grinned as he grabbed his phone and dialed while he approached his closet to choose his clothes for the day. A familiar and adorably sleepy voice answered after the second ring.
�God morgen, Nick.� There was a deep inhale, accompanied by the rustle of sheets and Nick could easily envision Greg stretching in his bed as he heard the sounds. He smiled when a decidedly more awake, yet still peaceful sounding Greg spoke again. �Did you sleep well?�
�Yeah, I did.� Nick released a short laugh when he realized it had only been five or six hours since he called the younger man to let him know he had made it home just fine. �How about you? Did I wake you?�
�Mm-hmm, but that�s okay.� More rustling followed, and Nick could tell that Greg was getting up. A touch of apprehension colored Greg�s tone when he spoke again. �So�what�s going on?�
The Texan frowned in confusion at the tone, but then realized that calling so soon after leaving could have been a bad sign as well as good�and Greg had plenty of reasons to worry still. Nick steeled his resolve and decided that he was going to prove his dedication to the gifted youth -and soon- one way or another. �Nothing�s wrong, Greggo; I�m not having any second thoughts. I woke up with some time to spare -on my own, for once- and thought you might want to meet me somewhere for breakfast before work.�
Greg took all of an eighth of a second to respond, and replied rather happily at that. �Yeah, that sounds great. Where do you want to meet?�
Nick smiled at the blonde�s enthusiasm. It was rare for the brawny man to want to spend so much time with one person like this, and rarer still for the person to feel the same way. Instead of feeling constrained or needy, as he�d always imagined, it felt completely natural�completely right to want to be with Greg.
�Do you remember that little diner we all went to, to celebrate Warrick making CSI-3? I think Catherine must have picked it out�� Nick chuckled lightly, �Definitely not Warrick or Sara.�
While the diner was nice, it definitely was not the sort of place their coworkers were likely to frequent. With their relationship being so fresh, Nick did not want any interruptions on their breakfast date�and he hated to admit it, even to himself, but he was also a little unsure of having anyone find out about them...especially by happenstance. It was one thing to decide it was all right -or even necessary- for someone to know, it was another matter entirely to have someone find out by catching them together, particularly when they might not even know they had been found.
�Yeah, I remember.� It sounded like Greg was getting dressed as he spoke. �And actually, that place was Grissom�s pick.�
Nick was torn between amusement and surprise, �Are you serious?� He had even been a little surprised when he thought Catherine selected the diner, it looked like a fine teahouse out of an old movie, which was why the Texan thought the younger man would like to go there instead of any other out-of-the-way place.
�Yeah,� Greg laughed a little as he answered. �Check out the section near the back of the menu that reads �for those with an exotic palette�. Aside from Hot Topic and Grissom, I didn�t think anyone regarded insects as snack foods or additional toppings. Apparently, the freeze dried grubs go well in an omelet�not that I�ve tried it.�
The brawny man pursed his lips in mild disgust. He knew exactly where the enthusiastic youth had heard the recommendation. The only time he had wondered what he got himself into after moving to Vegas was when Grissom had merrily stated that he would be taking a pint of Nick�s blood and offered him a chocolate-coated worm in the same sentence. �Yeah, well�I think I�ll stick to cheese and bacon in mine. See you in about ten minutes then?�
�Yep, I�m on my way out now. See you in a bit�� It sounded as though Greg were about to add some sort of sendoff to the statement, but choked back the words again. Nick vaguely wondered if the younger man was somehow intimidated by speaking on the phone before he heard what was obviously Greg pulling on his shirt without releasing his cell. He decided that he was just reading too much into it and let the ridiculous notion go.
�Bye, G.� Nick smiled as he hung up and then he finished getting dressed. He arrived at the diner about twelve minutes or so later, to find Greg already waiting at a square table in the far corner. Greg smiled brightly as he stood and started to move towards the older man, but quickly hesitated. His eyes never left Nick, so the Texan knew Greg was only concerned with Nick�s reaction.
The muddle-haired chemist stuffed his hands in his pockets and nodded to the CSI, still smiling, even if he looked a little embarrassed. �Sorry,� Greg stated quietly, �It�ll take me a little while to get used to this.�
Nick remembered the feeling he had gotten when he heard the anxiety in Greg�s voice over the phone that morning, and his dedication to show Greg that he was in this for real doubled. Before Nick could respond however, the younger man sat down and motioned for him to do the same as he spoke again. �This is a nice surprise; I didn�t expect to see you until later. Oh, I ordered you coffee, by the way.�
The Texan smiled as he took a seat perpendicular to the muddle-haired chemist; �Thanks.� Nick rested a hand on the younger man�s knee under the table. �You got me in the habit of getting up early again, and I thought it�d be nice to see you before work.�
Greg opened his mouth to respond, but stopped when Nick�s cell phone sounded. He grinned when the older man huffed.
�Damn it�that better not be the lab.� Nick checked his phone reluctantly. �It�s Jennie; probably just returning my return call form the day before yesterday. She can wait.�
Nick quickly turned off his phone and dropped it on the table, turning his attention back to Greg. His family could wait until his break later and work could wait until his shift began in about an hour. �You know, there�s something we didn�t talk about last night, and I think I should bring it up so you know I�m serious about this.�
�I know you�re serious,� Greg chimed in.
Nick smiled and gently caressed the knee he still held in his hand. �Thanks for that, Greggo. In any case, I want you to know that I still plan to tell my parents about everything...and most of my friends. I wasn�t just tryin� to sweet-talk you or-�
�Nick, I know you weren�t.� Greg discreetly laid one of his hands over the shovel-shaped one on his knee and gave it a light squeeze. �You�ll tell them when you�re ready�but you need to move at your own pace; I understand.�
The Texan knew he should feel fortunate that the willowy youth was being so understanding, and he did feel very lucky�however, he also could not help but feel a little confused. �Then what the hell have we been waitin� for?� Nick knew there were better ways to express his thoughts, but the words were out of his mouth before he could think to watch his tongue or tone. A tone that, by the look on Greg�s face, had been angrier and more accusing than he had intended. �Greg, I�m-�
�No,� Greg interrupted quietly, and he held up a hand in what could have been either a defensive or calming gesture. Neither idea made Nick feel any better, but he quieted down anyway, thinking it might be best to let the doe-eyed man talk first for the time being. �No, that�s okay. I know you�re probably confused�to be honest, I�m a little confused too.�
Nick frowned. Greg mirrored the expression, then took a deep breath and attempted to elucidate. �I don�t understand it, but you have changed over the past few days. I don�t know why or how, but you definitely aren�t afraid of this -of us- not like you were before. You�re trying to live more openly and, like I said last night, I just have to trust you not to shut down on me.�
Greg shrugged lightly and offered the brawny man a half smile, �And I do.�
Nick smiled back and raised his free hand to hesitantly caress the chemist�s cheek before dropping the hand on the slender man�s shoulder. �I was afraid of this Greg�and I still am a little, I�m sorry to say. But once I figured out what I wanted -who I wanted- I just��
Nick shook his head slowly, looking as confused as he felt. Then, his eyes met Greg�s again and he felt that same rightness�his smile immediately returned and he ploughed forward without concern. �I�m the kind of guy who believes a real man takes care of what�s his, and I wanted you to be mine, so that meant findin� the strength you need me to have. And I�m glad I found it...and not just because I got you.
�You were right, Greggo; I needed to be honest with myself, and with the important people my life, or I never would have been happy.� The CSI laughed quietly; �And lucky for me, I�m not nearly as good in the romance department as everyone thinks I am; so I really had no choice but to tell a few people if I was gonna get you�and there�s no way I wasn�t gettin� you.�
Greg chuckled quietly and murmured something about Nick having plenty of confidence at least, before his eyes softened. �Everyone might be right to think you�re such a Romeo. Only you could make such a possessive statement sound romantic instead of creepy.� He smiled affably at the older man, �I�m glad you�re happy.�
�I hope I�m not the only one here who is,� Nick replied as he stroked the exposed skin above Greg�s collar with his thumb.
�Are you kidding?� Greg smiled and squeezed the hand on his knee again. �I�ve been dreaming you�d come around for years�and last night was still better than I ever imagined.�
The Texan smirked as he withdrew his hand from Greg�s shoulder. �And here you keep tryin� to make everyone think you�re this kinky little freak when all you wanted was a quiet dinner and a night snugglin� on the sofa.� Nick sipped his coffee to hide his deepening smirk when the younger man flushed lightly. �I guess you weren�t kiddin� that time you said you were a romantic.�
Greg shook his head as he folded a hand under his chin. �Man, you always played it so cool�I can�t believe you were actually paying attention to me all these years.�
�Yeah,� the brawny man looked down and sighed before meeting the blonde�s eyes again. �I�m sorry I gave you such mixed signals all this time.�
Greg bit his lip and shrugged lightly. �You weren�t even being straight with yourself, how could you be clear with me? Besides, it�s water under the bridge now.� He grinned and released a deep breath that seemed to release all the remaining tension in his body. �So�what did you think of the movie last night?�
Nick laughed, and felt his own lingering unease drift away on the sound. �Honestly? I was having a hard time payin� attention to it. I had this cute blonde in my arms, whisperin� sweet Norwegian nothings in my ear� Really now, who�d pay attention to an old movie over that?�
Both men laughed and continued talking. Nick absently ordered for both himself and Greg when the waitress came to take their order, and they continued talking and smiling all through breakfast.
About twenty minutes before they would have to leave, Greg�s cell phone sounded, indicating he had a text. The willowy chemist only glanced at the screen briefly before shutting the device off and setting it beside Nick�s equally disregarded phone. �I can call him back later.�
Nick felt a quick and unexpected wave of possessiveness, which he quelled just as swiftly. Although he could tell it was not quick enough for the younger man to miss it, if the look of combined amusement and understanding on Greg�s face was anything to go by.
�Papa Olaf,� Greg explained without a hint of ill feeling. Before Nick could even consider feeling ashamed, the muddle-haired youth added; �You know, I brought him and Nana here once after we all came here. He bought some of the chocolate covered insects to bring home to a friend of his who claims his wife will eat anything if it�s dipped in chocolate.�
Nick man blinked and then smiled at the younger man. Then he laughed softly and nodded, before the actual words Greg had used to change the subject caught up to him. �Wait�did she actually eat �em?�
Greg grinned and nodded, �She served them when Nana and a few of their other friends got together for tea later that week.� The chemist paused and took in the questioning look in the CSI�s eyes, along with the slightly disturbed pressing of his lips and decided to answer Nick�s unspoken question. �Nana said it was better than bridge mix but not as good as chocolate covered nuts�those are her favorite.�
�Man, that is gross.� Nick could not help but smile though; the more he heard about Greg�s grandparents, the less unusual the youth�s unconventional air and behavior seemed.
Greg shrugged, �It didn�t hurt anyone and she figured it wasn�t an opportunity she was going to have often, so why not try it once?�
�So you�d try eatin� bugs?� The Texan asked skeptically, but then turned thoughtful at the somewhat sheepish way the younger man smiled, ducked his head, and nodded. �You already did? When�?�
�My second week at the lab; Grissom offered me some of his chocolate-covered insects while we were going over some evidence in his office, and I�d never had some before, so I decided to try one. It wasn�t bad�� Greg wore a tentative and somewhat fastidious expression. �Not something I�d go out and buy myself, but I can�t say I�d never try it again.�
Nick just smiled at the younger man and shook his head, �Well, I have to admire your openness to experience�not too sure about eatin� bugs though. So you�re the �try anything once� type, then?�
Greg made a thoughtful, slightly negative sound. �Not anything�I�m just not weirded out by the little things. Especially after all the really strange stuff I hear about at work, online, and from my friends�� The muddle-haired youth half-shrugged and made another strange noise that might have been a quickly mumbled �I don�t know�; �Something simple like eating bugs, wearing a skirt, or getting creative with some glitter and mineral oil just doesn�t seem like a big deal to me.�
Nick stared at the quirky youth blankly; intrigue, surprise, lust, and confusion were warring for dominance in his mind. He never thought the idea of a guy in a skirt would be a turn on, and as for the rest� �Glitter and mineral oil�? Do I want to know what that�s for?�
�Oh yeah;� the blonde smirked and wagged his eyebrows quickly. Then he tiled his head and grinned, �But we�ll save that for later.� Greg pointed to the older man�s watch, �You�re going to be late for work if we don�t head out soon.�
The brawny man lanced at his watch, �Shit. I didn�t realize it was gettin� so late. We should-� Nick paused and frowned at the younger man. �Wait, why did you say I was gonna be late? What time do you start?�
Thinking it over quickly, the Texan realized that he had just assumed he and Greg started their shift at the same time. He actually never saw the chemist arrive at the lab; Greg just always seemed to be there when he was needed, and Nick never paid attention beyond that before.
�Lab techs usually arrive about half an hour before you guys, but it�s not abnormal for me to be there an hour early or so.� Greg shrugged with a �what can you do� expression and then smiled as though it were no big deal. �Normally, I either get called in early to cover backlog or I just show up early if I know there�s a big case or something that�s going to take a lot of time�that way I get my table cleared first, you know?� The muddle-haired youth smiled as Nick signaled for the bill. �Tonight�s my night off though.�
Nick was leaning forward to get his wallet while the waitress arrived when the slender young man finally got to answering his question. �Wha- Oh, uh, thanks,� he only spared the woman a glance before he looked at Greg in surprise. �This is your night off?� The blonde nodded easily as he reached for his own wallet.
The Texan held up a hand to stop Greg mid-action. �No I got this one. But�why didn�t you tell me it was your night off instead of draggin� yourself out of bed? I�d have let you sleep in.�
Greg�s smile never faltered as looked at the brawny man as though the very thought of turning down breakfast with him was ridiculous. �I can catch up on sleep later and besides, I wanted to see you. Thanks for breakfast, by the way. I really liked this.�
Nick�s smile was bright enough to make the woman sitting three tables over swoon. �You�re welcome; I liked this too. Thanks for-� He motioned with a hand vaguely, thinking of the best way to phrase what he meant. �Thank you for coming� sounded too impersonal, but anything else he could think of sounded like either a line or a brush-off.
�Did you mean what you said last night, about us being a couple?� Greg suddenly asked, although he sounded like he already knew the answer, and was pleased by it.
�Of course,� the Texan grinned, even though he had no idea where the muddle-haired chemist was going. �Why?�
Greg laughed a little as he replied, �Well then why would you think you need to thank me for coming to see you?� He glanced around before swiftly leaning forward and kissing the corner of the older man�s mouth.
Nick smiled both at the kiss itself, and the fact that the younger man clearly realized he was not as comfortable with such public displays of affection yet. Greg opened his mouth, still smiling softly but obviously about to apologize, so the sable-eyed man cut him off.
�Don�t be sorry.� Nick�s voice was firm and his eyes bore into Greg�s, demanding that he understand. �You�ve been holdin� back, I know. You said you have to get used to this, but you�re doin� enough. I�m the one who needs to get used to this. Just give me some time; I�ll get there�I promise.�
�I know you will;� Greg smiled lightly, but it did not hold quite as much confidence as it had earlier. It seemed that the younger man was not sure how long he would be waiting, but he appeared ready to wait it out anyway...almost content to do so, now that he could see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Nick felt a rush of affection and determination. �C�mon,� he squeezed the younger man�s hand and then grabbed his phone and stood. Greg did the same, and both men headed to the parking lot. Once again, Nick walked Greg to his car. �So what are your plans for your night off?�
�Eh, first one in two weeks; I have to clean up and restock. Besides that, I figure I�ll get in touch with a couple friends and Papa Olaf, find out what�s been going on with everybody. I also have some studying to catch up on�there�s a lot more to moving into the field than learning to use fingerprint powder.� Greg slipped his hands into his pockets and smiled somewhat bashfully at the older man.
�If you wanna call when you get of work, or stop by, whatever�� The muddle-haired youth�s entire body shifted with the last word, as though he were trying to literally lead the older man down his train of thought while trying not to look too hopeful.
�Oh, I�ll definitely be callin� you,� Nick commented with a smirk as he dropped a hand on the slighter man�s shoulder; �On my way over.� Both men smiled and then the brawny CSI pulled Greg in for a hug that would have appeared friendly enough to the casual observer, but a more astute witness might have noticed the way Nick stroked the youth�s spine just so and whispered, �See you later, baby,� before he pulled away.
�See you later,� Greg replied softly, his eyes sparkling even in the dull artificial lighting of the parking lot, �Elskling.�
The Texan eyed the blonde thoughtfully for a moment before smiling gently. �You haven�t been sayin� what I always assumed you were sayin� all this time, have you�when you switched to Norwegian?�
Greg shook his head with a grin. �I think you�re starting to catch on now, though.� He blew the brawny man a quick kiss before turning to get into his car.
�I�m gonna ask you about that later,� Nick called with a smile as he closed the willowy youth�s door and took a step back.
Greg rolled down his window, �I knew you would eventually.� He raised one hand to wave playfully, �På gjensyn!�
Nick laughed and raised a hand to offer his own, brief wave. �Bye, Greggo.�
Nick continued to smile all the way to the lab. The Texan did not even realize that he was doing so until he noticed Warrick smirking at him in the locker room as they prepared for their shift. �What?�
�Nothing,� the green-eyed man was still smirking. �It just looks like someone got lucky last night. You could give Greg a run for his money with that beamer�� Warrick paused for half a beat before his smirk dimmed into an easy grin and he added, �Well, almost. I swear the kid looks like he belongs in a Mentos commercial half the time.�
Nick laughed lightly as he attached his gun to his belt. �I know what you mean. Greggo could light up the whole lab on a good day.�
�Speaking of good days,� Warrick turned to face his friend fully. The taller man�s expression was warm but thoughtful. �What�s got you smiling like that? I figured you�d be a little down, since it�s Sanders� day off.� His expression suddenly blanked out before turning astonished, �You didn�t actually get lucky last night, did you?�
�Yeah, I did,� replied Nick with a grin. He enjoyed the rare look of surprise on his friend�s face before adding, �Just not the way you�re thinkin�. I had a date�a really great date.�
Warrick smiled warily, even as he tiled his head in question; �Sanders?� His smile brightened when the Texan nodded and he clapped Nick on the shoulder. �Congratulations, man. How did you pull that one off?�
The beaming smile Nick had been wearing when he arrived appeared again. He held up a hand as though to keep his and his friend�s growing enthusiasm at bay. �Oh, man; you�re never gonna believe this, but-�
�Hey, guys,� Sara called as she entered the locker room. She continued speaking as soon as they looked at her, completely oblivious to the fact that they had been having a private conversation�as well as the fact that it was still five or six minutes before they were due to clock in. �Brass found Ronald Greer, our missing car owner. Get this; he�s studying to be a nutritionist and he works part time in a holistic shop that sells health food and natural supplements.�
�Natural supplements?� questioned Nick, quickly falling into work mode; �Like belladonna?�
�Exactly;� Sara�s excitement seemed to grow as she added, �And his roommate -who I think�s been playing dumb all this time, there�s no way he didn�t know where our guy was- is a paramedic. Mark Daniels; he works that blood drive at the fair every year.�
�Which means he has access to needles and knows how to draw blood,� Warrick commented. He too, had clearly made the mental changes needed to slip into CSI mode. �Did he have any connection to our vics besides the roommate?�
Sara opened her mouth, clearly ready to pick up at the same energy level she had stopped, but then took a breath and stopped, looking confused. �That, I don�t know.�
Nick grinned and turned to the taller man, �We never had any reason to look into him before.�
Sara grinned as she looked between the two men, �We do now.�
�Yep, so why don�t you get on that.� Nick turned to Warrick, still grinning. �Rick, you want to sit in when Brass talks to Greer? I�m gonna see if we can extend our warrant to search their premises and get a head start there.�
�And Brass said I was too excited about this break in the case,� Sara commented. She looked at Warrick and indicated Nick, as he closed his locker. �When was the last time you saw this guy so accommodating?�
�Guess he�s just having a good day,� the green-eyed man answered with another smirk. Nick rolled his eyes as they started heading out to work the case.
With all the new leads, the shift moved along quickly, for which Nick was thankful. He knew he would have been antsy to get back to Greg by lunch if the night had been remotely slow. He was just coming back from Greer�s shared apartment, wondering if the newest developments in his personal life were affecting his perception or if the �roommates� shared more than a simple dwelling, when his phone rang. �Stokes.�
�Greger, gutten min! Hvordan har du det?� A very happy old man all but yelled into the phone, which Nick immediately pulled away from his ear. He turned to look at the phone with a quizzical expression, and noticed two things. One; the caller ID read Olaf Sanders, and two; the phone in his hand was not his own.
�Oh crap,� the Texan murmured softly. Then he swallowed heavily and decided to take care of Greg�s grandfather before he worried about the problems that could arrive if anyone else discovered he had ended up with Greg�s phone on the chemist�s night off. �Hello�Mr. Sanders?�
A pause followed, in which all Nick could hear was a crackle of wind as the phone moved, and he could not help but grin at the mental image of Olaf Sanders looking at his own phone much the same way he had just done. �Mr. Sanders,� Nick began again, laying on the charm now that he had calmed. �This is Nick Stokes; I�m-�
�Ah, Nick!� The old man�s cheerful demeanor returned easily, his Norwegian accent somehow seeming to add to the warmth of his tone. �Min Greger has told me so many good things about you since he moved to Las Vegas. It�s nice to meet you in some fashion.�
A woman started speaking in Norwegian in the background, and Olaf paused to reply to her -also in Norwegian- before returning his attention to Nick. �So sorry; my wife, she worries. Is our grandson available?�
�Uh, not exactly. You see�� Nick paused and took a deep breath. He really was not sure how much to tell the older man. While he was sure Greg planned to tell his grandparents about them, he also knew that was not the same as having someone else tell them. Moreover, he did not know if the younger man was looking forward to giving them the news after having wanted this for so long, and he hated the idea of depriving Greg of that.
�Nothing is wrong, I hope?� asked Greg�s grandfather, sounding worried.
�Oh, no; it�s nothing like that,� Nick hurried to assure the elder man. �Our phones just got switched earlier. I don�t think he knows yet, or else he would have called me.�
�Ja, that is true.� Olaf sounded relaxed again. Instead of questioning how the mix-up had occurred, he simply asked, �When you have the opportunity, could you ask Greger to call? It isn�t terribly important, only that we normally speak more often than we have these past weeks and, as I said, my wife worries�not nearly as much as my daughter, but-� There was a brief pause and Nick heard the phone shift, as if the man holding it had gestured somehow. �There you have it.�
Nick smiled, he had the feeling he and Olaf Sanders would be getting along just fine throughout his future with Greg. �Roger that, Mr. Sanders; I�ll call Greg and let him know.�
�Thank you, Nick; and please, call me Olaf.�
�Will do, Olaf,� the Texan grinned again as he added, �I�ll talk to you later. Bye.�
�Adjø, Nick,� the old man responded happily. �Oh, and allow me to say that I am very pleased you and Greger have finally, how do you say� �Hooked up�?� Nick bushed and forgot to breathe for a second; he felt his neck start to heat up as the elder continued speaking.
Apparently oblivious to the younger man�s reaction, and any possibly ramification for his grandson, Olaf continued speaking merrily. �He has hoped for it for a very long time, and anything that makes vennen min happy makes us happy. Just treat our boy well, Ja? He would be miserable if my wife were to be incarcerated for poisoning you.�
Nick laughed shakily, feeling overwhelmed by several emotions. Finally, he smiled and replied more honestly than he believed he would with anyone else for the time being. �I don�t think that will be necessary, Olaf. I plan to treat our boy very well for a long time.�
�I believe it.� Answered the elder man, and it seemed that the Stokes siblings were not the only people who made smiles audible. �God dag, Nick.�
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