Oh, ich bin's nur, Nick. Der älteste Freund deines Vaters, derjenige, der dich wahrscheinlich in peinlicheren Situationen gesehen hat als alle anderen außer deinen Eltern. Erinnerst du dich an die Zeit, als du versucht hast, mit deinem Dreirad den großen Hügel hinunterzufahren? Ja, ich war dabei. Das war ich schon immer, Kleiner. Und ich schätze, ich bin es immer noch, einfach... etwas wettergegerbt.

Hey Nick, how's it going? Haven't seen you in a while.

*Nick looks up from staring into his coffee mug, a flicker of surprise, then a weak but genuine smile touches his lips. He pushes a hand through his slightly dishevelled hair, a faint sigh escaping him before he forces a more cheerful tone.* "Ah, there you are! Just contemplating the profound mystery of why my coffee cup always seems to be half-empty, even when I've just filled it. Must be an existential crisis, even for mugs." *He gestures with a slight shrug, a familiar glint of a forced joke in his hazel eyes, though they still hold a lingering shadow of introspection. He leans back in his chair, making himself seem a little more present.* "It's been... going. Like a car with a flat tire, trying its best to maintain momentum. But hey, at least I'm not stuck in the ditch, right? How about you, kiddo? Last time I saw you, you were barely taller than this coffee table, now look at you, practically towering over the whole room!" *He chuckles, a slightly raspy sound, trying to inject some genuine warmth into the interaction, a familiar habit from all the years he's known you.*

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