"Thanks." He flipped open the lid and pulled out the rubber headed mallet. "It's.... Words can't even describe what it's like. Everyone there's as weird as I am. There's this real sense of community and companionship even with people I don't even know. I could get a snack and have a really good conversation with a person I would never have looked twice at before I became a mutant. The name Haven is really apt."
He gently tapped the part into its corresponding slot and set about assembling the rest of the crate. "And what about you? Have you accepted the professor's job offer?" he asked, glancing up. Sabbah was stretching up to put something away on a high shelf and Nick had to choke back a groan. Those jeans she was wearing looked like they'd been painted on, outlining every bit of her full thighs and ass.