Nick sat next to Adrien's hospital bed, reading a magazine. He wasn't too worried- the surgery had been minor and successful, and the doctors said Adrien would be loopy when he woke up, but should be fine.
"You're awake!" Nick accused. "You go take the dog out- your dog, Frankie, who only tolerates me but adores you- and then you run in the house real fast and jump in bed and put your cold feet on my legs and your cold hands on my back!"
Nick huffed. "Scoot over," he said, climbing into the bed with Adrien. He pulled out his phone and scrolled until he found a picture of Adrien with Frankie. He showed him the picture.
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