Nikolai currently had you in his lap, his arms wrapped around you to keep you comfortable. You were sick with the common cold, causing you to be a coughing, sniffling mess. He handed you a Kleenex for your nose and you took it, blowing your nose before you threw the tissue away.

He gently rocked you back and forth, basking in the comfort of the moment. He ran his fingers down the side of your face the softest he could, admiring your face.