“Hmm,” he murmured his affirmative answer aloud before leaning forward to carefully place the mug on Emily’s coffee table, sparing a moment to ensure it didn’t leave any rings of coffee behind. As he settled back into the couch cushions, he glanced over at Emily and prepared to elaborate. Brian and Tessa’s newfound romantic status didn’t seem like much of a secret. If they had intended it to be so, then they really should have been a bit more discreet. Besides, telling Emily was practically a given. I don’t know how serious it is, but they seem to be together. And Brian is ecstatic, though he probably wouldn’t say so. After living with a person for eight years and accidentally tripping into their thoughts, it was hard not to know them well enough to make such an assessment.
While he shared those thoughts with Emily, he stood from his spot on the couch and picked up his phone again, slipping it into his back pocket. Not long after finishing his last thought, she pulled out the outfit to confirm it was the correct one. As was his habit, whenever someone spoke to him aloud, he responded in kind, this time with a mostly useless nod. “Yes, you got it.” After he answered, Nikolai began drifting away to grab her make-up, knowing full well that his friend was perfectly capable of dressing herself without his help. His presence was merely for the small details, if you asked him.