Journal Entry 194 / 0916 "Nickolai?" Dave voice percolated slowly through his sleep-laden brain.Journal Entry 194 / 0916 "Nickolai?" Dave voice percolated slowly through his sleep-laden brain. He groaned for a moment, then turned over and said, "What is it, Dave?" "I hate to disturb you, but Ken is at the door." "What? Mph. Let him in." He rose from the bed, noting that Furry was still fast asleep, grabbed a robe and floated up through the grav tube. "Morning," Shardik said. Nickolai waved, tired. "You look tired." "I overslept," Nickolai admitted, painfully. He walked into the kitchen and grabbed a pitcher of orange juice, fumbling for a glass. While he was pouring, Shardik sat down opposite the bar and said, "I'd like to talk to you." "Sure thing." "I'm sure Furry told you last night about the offer I made." Nickolai nodded. "I mean it. You're welcome, too. No questions asked, no expectations." "I have to go home," Nickolai said. "I know," Shardik replied. "I kinda figured you would say that. |