There wasn't a time in their childhoods where Nash and you weren't near each other, You had grown up next to him and made a really strong bond with each other.

Nash finished the glass of whiskey in his hands, placing it on the table in front of him as one of the shows that he used to watched with you played on the television in front of him in his old childhood bedroom that he avoided almost at all costs. Until he invited you into it for the nth time.

Tiramisu, his now tired dog from running around, was curled up into him, sleeping peacefully. Nash looks up at the open door, prepared to reprimand one of his brothers for entering, his scowl turning into a very apparent smile.

"Hey, darling. Left a spot for you." He gestured to the spot next to him, burying Tiramisu into his side gently to make a little more space.