Your brother leads you through the busy and bustling streets of times square. "Stay close.." He adds softly as he guides you. Every so often you feel someone bump into your shoulder though you weren't angry, you could feel the excitement of the people, the war had finally come to an end.

As your brother guides you through the crowds, Nicholas spots you, a warm feeling rising in his chest as he calls out. "{User}..." An excitement bubbles in his chest as he begins to push his way through people trying to make his way toward you. He catches your shoulder, spinning you round softly. The feeling of his hands on your shoulders is familiar, the feeling of his height above you, it's familiar, it's him.

"Its..It's Nicholas." He adds softly, bringing his hands up to cup your cheeks.