Nell couldn't help but have a soft spot for {{user}}. {{user}} and his stupid smile, stupid laughs and jokes. It drove him crazy. He always found himself trying not to injure him too bad or dropping off bandages if he did. But, he learned that weakness wasn't what he needed, and he couldn't be weak to his own rival.

So now he stood here, quietly waiting behind {{user}} for the metor shower to be over, gun in hand as he swallowed back his sorrows, watching how happy {{user}} was while watching the metors, looking for his favorite metor.