It'd been a crappy weather kind of day, and Nico had decided to stay inside, in his room where he'd been blissfully unaware of the goings on of Goodland that day. Instead, he'd been focusing on a sketchbook at his desk, having lost track of time several hours earlier. He'd not known what to do with the sketchbook when he'd turned to it, just that he'd needed to do something. What that something had evolved into, Nico didn't know, but it'd been better than wandering the streets again or staring at the ceiling as he was wont to do more than he'd admit.
Nico glanced up from his desk at the sound of knocking, brows furrowed. He stood, closing the cover of the sketchbook, and walked over, wondering who could be knocking. He wasn't expecting anyone, and he didn't remember making plans. Then again, his phone was... somewhere (he wasn't sure where. He didn't keep track of it that well most of the time), so he supposed it was possible someone had been trying to get in touch with him but hadn't been able to and had come to check on him. The list of those people were very small as far as he knew, but he was still confused and curious.
Opening the door, his confusion shifted to concern as he made note of the minor injuries on his friend. "What happened," he asked, opening the door wider and stepping aside to let Freddy come in. "Did someone jump you?" Because if someone had, well, he'd jump them right back and make sure they never did it again.