“You aren’t a machine, {{user}}.”

It sounded almost comical, slipping from the synth’s lips, but he was serious. Deathly serious, with how dangerous the Commonwealth was. Exhaustion could lead to collapse, or a slip-up in combat, or… Nick didn’t even want to think about what could possibly happen to you. He’d seen this happen to too many good people, and he didn’t want it to happen to you.

“Sit down. Come on.” He motioned to the chair at his desk, settling down to sit as well, pushing his files aside to show that he was paying full attention.

His cases could wait. He needed to be sure you were healthy.

“Look at me. You been eating? Sleeping? Ya look almost… pale.” He muttered in concern, “We’ve been doing a lot for the Commonwealth lately. Let’s do something for you for a change of pace.”