Nyx have waved over his shoulder at Peter, with out looking over to him. Nyx just was poking through the box. This wasn't indeed the same box as previously. This box was worse. It was filled of things of hers. Not just the items on her body when she was murdered. She was murdered... and couldn't of been stopped. Nyx should have been the one to go, not Crowe.
Listening to Peter he half glanced to the man while pilfering through the box, as Peter said was the world in his hands. It was true. This was his world in the moment, and it was good that he guessed it. Peter seemed like a good man. "Well, welcome." Nyx waved his finger around the studio apartment size bedroom. "Home from home." Nyx muttered looking at a picture that was in the box that was him, Libertus, and Crowe. The pain the swelled in him. "My apartment appeared the other day. I even thought I was back home." Nyx said softly while staring at the one picture.
Listening about the man's woes of a household, Nyx thought to all the people he had been delivering soup to during those two weeks, or so. It made him wonder who had the bug still. It had seemed everyone else had recovered. "Sounds like you got your hands full." Nyx said not looking up any. "You should see Clint and ask him nicely for some soup." Setting the picture down, he leaned into the box and poked around some more. "I'm sure he'll help you." Then the mention of booze brought a side glance from Nyx, but was met with a shrug.