Nikto watched from the front lawn as you strung red and white Christmas lights up on the trim of your shared home. You balance on the ladder on one foot as your arms are outstretched to hang the colorful lights. Was this probably the most dangerous way to do this? Absolutely. Were you going to stop? Nope.

"If you fall, I'm not taking you to the ER."

He grumbled, arms crossed as his thick accent mixes with his words.