"I think I'm starting to like you more and more, Nick," Monroe said sincerely as they walked down the gravel path out of the convent after saying goodbye to Charlotte.
"Thanks, but I'm not into men." Nick turned him down decisively, without the slightest hesitation.
"Neither am I... damn it, I'm being serious." Monroe stopped and looked at him earnestly. "Although I've never met any Grimms besides you, I believe you're definitely different from the rest. You're a kind person."
"Kind people are easy to guilt-trip. I just like doing what I want to do, and keeping the tragedies in this world to a minimum."
Nick stepped forward and opened the passenger door for Monroe, whose arm was injured. "I'll take you back to the spice shop. Come over to my place tomorrow night, and remember to bring Rosalie."
Although he had lived in this world for more than twenty years, having experienced two lives inevitably created a certain sense of disconnection, and that disconnection had shaped how Nick now dealt with people and situations.
Faced with this rather bizarre world, where gods and ghosts appeared without warning, Nick had no desire to live too rigidly by the rules.
This life was a free bonus anyway. As the saying went, he wanted both the fish and the bear's paw. While maintaining his normal life, he also wanted to intervene when he saw things he couldn't stand, and lend a hand to unfortunate people.
It all came down to one principle: being able to sleep soundly at night.
Although the case was still unsolved, they at least had a lead, so Nick slept very well that night. Of course, that also had something to do with his frequent "dual cultivation" with Dahlia lately.
Whether it was because Gwen possessed Dahlia every