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- Firefighting expo's
this week.

- Nick Porter.
I'm the Flanagan rep.

- Hey, hey, Nick!
- Mouch, you old dog.

- How you doing, buddy?

- I got a letter
on my door.

Landlord is raising the rent
come this new year.

- Ugh.
- What can I say?

I'm desperate.

- This is the, uh,
third bedroom.

It's a--
it's a great place.

- Why are you
breaking your lease?

- It's just
too much space for me.

- Best friend magic,

and no one can
take that away from us.

- Headquarters forever, baby.

- No.

- Good morning.
- Ah, good morning!

- What are you up to?

- Uh, nothing.

Just browsing the Internet,

like people do.

- Okay.
- Damn, I'm late.

- What are you talking about?
We got plenty of time.

- No, I just--I--I gotta
swing by home before work,

'cause I left
my station gear there.

But, um, I will see you
at the firehouse.

- Yeah.
See ya.

- Why are half
of these sausages gray?

- Those are
the vegetarian ones.

Have the meat one--I'm just
providing healthy options.

- There's nothing healthy
about that color.

- Hey, I'm sorry to
bring this up, but,

rent is starting to eat into
my savings account.

- Oh, uh, I can cover
a couple hundred bucks a month,

at least while the Slamigan
money's coming through.

- That's really sweet of you,
but...

don't you think we should
rent out that extra room?

- Yeah, probably.

- Course,
nobody can replace Otis.

- Yeah, that's for sure.

- But, ah, I do know someone
looking for a place.

Nick Porter.

- Middle-aged equipment
salesman Nick Porter?

- That's the one.

Poor guy's going through
a tough divorce.

He's really hurting.

You'd be throwing him
a lifeline.

- Aw.
- You'd let Nick Porter

stay in that room?

- Uh, I guess so.

He's not a bad guy.

And we definitely wouldn't be
comparing him to Otis.

That's for sure.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- So, I have been trying
to plan a surprise trip

as a birthday present
for Kelly.

Only thing is is that
it's his birthday next week,

and I still haven't
figured out what to do.

He's so tricky.

- Hey, you know,
my boyfriend, Eric,

he's a travel agent.

I bet he could hook you up.

- That would be amazing.
Are you serious?

Oh, my God, okay, um,

can you have him stop
by Molly's tomorrow night?

- Sure.

- Engine 51, Truck 81,

Squad 3, Ambulance 61
- Thank you.

automatic fire alarm,
Stover Academy--

- That sounds like a school.
- Yeah, come on, let's go.

- We don't know what
set it off.

Nobody's seen
any smoke or anything.

- Herrmann,
see anything on the panel?

- Looks like an inside pull,
Chief.

- So somebody pulled the alarm,

but they didn't
report anything.

- False alarm?
- Yeah.

You kidding me?
- Hilarious.

- Battalion 25, can you spare
Squad 3 for a person trapped?

- Affirmative, Main.
What's the address?

- 3815 South Wood Avenue.

- Squad, mount up.

- 8161, come with me and squad.

Engine, stay here.

Search this school
from top to bottom.

Reset the alarm.

- What's the problem?
- It's my dad.

This big oil tank
fell on top of him.

- Where?
In the basement?

- Yeah.

- Hey, guys,
air bags and cribbing.

- Truck, prep a ladder
and the basket.

We'll bring him out
through the window.

- Copy that!

- Over here! Hurry!

Oh, God...

Hurry up, please.
He's not breathing.

- Step aside now.

- Come on.

Ready?

- No, no.

- Thing's still full.

Must weigh
a couple thousand pounds.

- Air bags will take too long.
We need a lever.

Hey!
I need a ladder in here now.

- Copy that!

- Backboard and Stokes basket,
too, come on.

- I found us a fulcrum.

- Let's go!

- Ladder coming in.

- Ready?
- Yeah.

- Casey, get ready
to pull him out.

- Copy.

- Clear!
- Brett, Foster,

get ready out there.

- Still no pulse.

- Hurry.

- Let's go, go!

- Is he on?
Hold!

Lift.

Okay. Take him out.

Come on, hurry.

- Okay, up.

- Omar.
- Daddy.

- Hey, hey, hey.
Back up, give him space.

He's in good hands.
- Is he gonna be all right?

- How long has he been
under there not breathing?

- I don't know.
a--a few minutes.

Maybe five?

He was down there
by himself,

and I heard him trying
to move that thing,

and I thought maybe
I should go down there

and help him, but then--

- It's not your fault.
It's just a freak thing.

- He's got a pulse and we're
helping him to breathe.

We'll get him to Chicago Med
as quick as we can.

- Why don't you
take your kids,

and you can
follow the ambulance?

- It felt like forever,
until you guys got here.

- That false alarm added

at least three minutes
to our response time.

- Yeah, that headmaster did not
seem too worried about it.

My guess?

They're gonna sweep it under
that fancy carpeting.

- How'd it go?

- Doctor's working on him now.

He's got internal bleeding
and a few broken ribs.

- Probably a ruptured spleen.

- So we got to him
fast enough?

- Won't know for a while.

His brain was deprived
of oxygen for a long time.

- His poor family.
Mom and the kids huddled

in the waiting area
holding each other.

- Hey, I just combed
through the run sheets

for first and third shifts.

There's been
two other false alarms

at Stover Academy
in the last month.

- So three all together,
in a month.

It's an epidemic.

- We need to have a word

with the man in charge
over there.

- Oh, Nick Porter is here.

- That was fast.

- Hey, guys.

Sylvie.

I can't thank you guys
enough.

- He is taking the place
sight unseen.

- Wow.
- Yeah.

Mouch told me all about it.

Sounds perfect, and believe me,

the more distance between
Ellen and me, the better.

- Ellen's his wife.

- Uh, soon to be ex-wife,
thankfully.

Yeah, it's been rough,

just trying to figure out
next steps.

But, once again,

the man upstairs provides
when you need it most.

- Actually, in this case
it was me, but--

- I'm gonna bring my stuff over
tomorrow, if that's okay?

- Jeez.
Insta-roommates.

I'm just saying.
It's quick.

That's all.

- And the quicker I'm
out of my place, the better,

for all involved, right?

So listen,
I've gotta head out.

I'm repping a
fireproof blanket

that's gonna knock
your socks off, but, uh,

thanks a million, guys.

- You are very welcome.
We'll see you tomorrow.

- Yes, you will.

- Aw, he's a sweetie.
- Mm-hmm.

- Thanks for helping him out.

- Well, he's helping
us out too.

That room needed to be filled.

- Excuse me.
Are you the principal?

- Uh, headmaster.
Jim DeVoe.

- Captain Matt Casey.

This is
Lieutenant Kelly Severide.

- Pleasure.

- We responded to your
fire alarm this morning.

- Do you realize
that your school has had

three false alarms since the
beginning of the semester?

- My apologies.
It's an all-boys school.

There is a certain
level of chaos

that comes with the territory.

- Yeah, we're not talking
about harmless fun.

That alarm delayed our response
to a real emergency,

and the victim is in
bad shape because of it.

- Oh, I'm so sorry
to hear that.

Will they be okay?

- It's too early to say.

- We need to figure out
who's pulling these alarms.

- Of course, yes,
my staff and I will

figure out who's behind this.

- We'd like to talk to him.
He needs to understand,

he's putting people's
lives in danger.

- I'm afraid
that's not possible,

but we'll make sure
they get the message.

- What do you mean,
that's not possible?

- Well, our students are
entitled to their privacy,

Lieutenant,
and disciplinary matters

are kept in strict confidence.

- What?

- I have to insist on it.

The families of Stover Academy
would expect nothing less.

- You mean these
private school parents

expect you to shield their kids
from prosecution.

- Hold on.

We're talking
about a prank here.

A sophomoric and irresponsible
one, to be sure--

- Pulling a false
alarm is a crime--

- Okay, Kelly--
- Whoa, hey, hey.

Sorry.

If you can't have a calm,
rational discussion,

I'm afraid I need to
ask you to leave the premises.

- We're gonna find out
who did this

with or without him.

- There's a man in the ICU,
a husband and a father,

and all this jagoff cares about
is the students' privacy.

- Was pretty shocking to see
how fast he circled the wagons.

- And I get it,
we're not the cops.

We didn't walk in there
with a subpoena,

but you'd think
he'd want to cooperate.

- Sounds like he's worried
about liability.

Wants to contain the damage,

but he's not going to run me
off that easily.

- Well, he didn't run us off--

- Transmitting a false alarm
is a Class 4 felony.

Gets you one to the three years
and up to a $25,000 fine,

so if the headmaster
doesn't want

to help me
locate this punk,

I will hit him
with obstruction.

I'll just stand there
and watch--

- Whoa, whoa, hold on.

We just wanted your help
with this headmaster.

We're not looking to get some
teenager charged with a felony.

Are we?

- No, no.

We want him to learn a lesson,

understand the cost
of what he did.

- Maybe we hold off on police
involvement for the time being

while you two look
for another approach.

- Okay.

Well, you just let me know
when you want to get serious.

- Thank you for your time,
Sergeant.

- Uh-huh.

- Any ideas?

- False alarms
are really dangerous...

- Good morning guys,
take a flyer.

Gotta stop these false alarms.

Thank you.

- When firefighters waste time
on false alarms,

we're not available to help
people who really need it.

- False alarms kill,
no joke, okay?

- Here you go, guys.
- All right.

Don't worry, there's not going
to be a quiz, just read it.

- Is this because
of that fire drill yesterday?

- Uh, that wasn't a drill.

- Yeah, one of your classmates
pulled the alarm.

Made us late
to an actual emergency

where someone got hurt
really bad.

- That sucks, I'm sorry.
- Yeah, you said it.

- Hey, I haven't seen
a fire truck like that before.

- That's the squad.

It's like a big
rolling toolbox.

We've got all sorts of
specialized gear in there--

saws, jaws, jacks,
scuba equipment.

We got an air bag in there
can pick up a train car.

- Whoa.
- Hey, c-can you show us?

- Tell you what,

We'll come do a fire safety
presentation

to your whole school,
let you guys try out some gear.

- Cool.

- Just ask your parents
to call the headmaster,

tell him you want us to come.

- Think it did any good?

- All right.

Better get the rigs back
for incoming shift.

- Yeah, and then
out of the blue,

right in the middle of dinner,
she says to me,

"Nick, we're through."

- Oof, ouch.

- Nothing's ever been good
enough for Ellen,

and each year it gets worse.

Trust me, guys,
never get married.

Stay free.

- Uh, well, marriage
isn't for everyone maybe,

but Joe here is engaged
to a great girl.

- Oh, well, heck,
don't listen to me.

Look, I just, uh,
I picked the wrong apple.

If you know what I mean.

I thought I got a nice,
crisp one, and instead I got...

pure poison.

- Well, Chloe is like a Fiji,

or a Granny Smith,
right, Joe?

Look, third period's
starting.

- Ah, forget hockey.

We got something much better.

Classic Nascar races.

- Classic as in
they've already happened?

- Hell, yeah.

First up...
is the 1992 Hooters 500.

It's an all-timer.

Trust me.
You'll love this.

- But--
- No, gang.

Okay?
No offense but...

I'm kinda used to being
the team leader.

It'll be a great dynamic
for the apartment.

- Oh--
- Ooh!

Ha-ha!
Yes!

- Ah, here you go.

- Thanks, Christopher.

- Hey, it's not a problem.

You should come around here
more often.

- Hey, Eric, why don't you tell

Kidd your thoughts
about this trip

before Severide
decides to come over here.

- And thank you so much again
for doing this.

- So many options for couples.

First there's
the outdoorsy stuff,

hiking or skiing with
a private cabin in the woods.

Little too murdery
for me, personally,

but some people love it.

- I like the honesty.
Moving on.

- Then there's the spa weekend.
- Mm.

- Plenty of beautiful locales
for that.

But if your fireman
is anything like mine,

he'll think it's
a little on the soft side.

- Yeah
- Okay. Afraid so.

- Figured.
So...

my final--and, I think,
best--suggestion is...

a cruise.

- Hmm. A cruise.

Kelly does love boats.

- Then it's perfect.

I'm telling you,
they're really romantic.

The open seas, the nonstop
parties, those cozy rooms.

We did one last year,
it was crazy fun.

- I love this idea.

Love it!

Oh, God, okay, just, uh,
talk about something else.

Quick.

Stella's been acting weird.

- Ah, Severide.

Don't ever try
and figure women out.

Donna and I, we got into
another fight about her mother,

and now, she's on one
of those weekend retreats

with all of her girlfriends.

- Was wondering
why you were making

one of your rare
appearances at Molly's.

Always glad to have you but...

sorry to hear the reason.

- Ah, don't be.

Truth is, she comes home
Sunday night and...

if history is any guide,

just being home together,

it'll bring things back
to normal pretty quick.

So...

that was a good effort
you all made this morning--

Stover Academy.

- Yeah, bunch of kids
avoided us,

but a few stopped by
to talk.

- You think you got through
to any of them?

- Nah, no way to know,

but we're hoping.

- I had a thought.

About something we could do
for that victim and his family.

- Morning.

- Hello.

- Uh, we're the firefighters
who were here the other day.

- Oh, of course.

- I'm Kelly.

This is Matt.
- Hi.

Uh, it's Melanie, right?

How's your husband doing?

- Uh, they're worried,
about the...

lack of oxygen to his brain...

what that might
have done to him.

We won't know
until he wakes up, so...

- Yeah, well, he seems
like a strong guy.

If anyone can bounce back,
I bet he can.

Uh, the reason why we're here,

we wanted to fix
the mess we made.

- What do you mean?

- I do construction
on the side,

licensed and bonded.

We're gonna replace
that window for you.

No charge.

- That's so generous of you.

I'm sorry.

I just, um,
these last few days--

- It's okay.
Hey.

It's okay.
- Thank you.

- It's okay.

- Thank you.

- Oh, um, good morning.

- Morning.

- Isn't it a little early
for that?

- I was gonna make
a Bloody Mary but...

that seems like a lot of work.

Mm.

You wanna see
pictures of Ellen?

- Uh, well, yes, but no.
I should really--

- This is Cancun, last year.

Yeah, not a lot of ladies
could pull off that look

at her age.

But check her out.
- Yeah, wow.

- Huh?
- Yeah, she looks great.

Joe!

Come and look
at photos of Ellen

in a sarong.

- Uh, yeah, oh, I would
totally, I just, um, I gotta--

- This is the wedding reception
at the Palmer house.

I don't remember much.

Think I was still recovering
from the bachelor party.

If you know what I mean.

- Mm...

- Her wedding dress was awful,

wasn't it?
Look.

That high neck?
She looks like an Amish.

- Uh...
- Hmm.

- I miss her.

But that could just be
the whiskey talking.

- Oh, that's kind of sweet.

- Hey.
Come on.

Sit down, you two.
-Mm.

- There's more to see.

- Yeah--uh--unfortunately,
we can't be late for work.

But, uh, we'll see you later.

- We might have made
a really big mistake.

- Big.

- Kidd didn't stay
at the loft last night, huh?

- Nope.

- Trouble in paradise?

- She made some excuse
about crashing early,

but I'm not buying it.

Trying to give her space,

but not sure
that's the way to go.

Hey, is that
the Stover Academy student?

- Could be.

- So, I spent the
whole night looking

at those cruise brochures
that Eric gave me.

There's just so many choices,
it's like where to go,

where to leave from,
for how long?

- Hmm.
- Lucky you.

I spent all night watching
old car races with Nick Porter.

- Ugh.

- I can't take it anymore.

- What?
- Nick Porter.

You chose Nick Porter.

- I admit it wasn't
my best move,

but why are you
so worked up about it?

He wasn't sitting
on your couch in his underwear.

- My landlord and I
have been at war

for the last two months.

And even though I make
the additional money

teaching the spin classes,

I--I'm barely covering
the new rent hike.

And I need to find
a place to live.

- Why didn't you say something?
You knew we had an extra room.

- Honestly, it felt like
overstepping to even ask.

Considering
who was in that room.

- Hmm.

- I knew I could never
replace Otis.

Then Nick Porter happened.

- Foster, I would have loved
to have you there.

You're one of my best friends.

- Yeah?
- Of course!

- You gotta live
with who you love.

But, you gotta get
Nick Porter out.

- Please.

- We're getting rid
of Nick Porter?

- Uh-oh.

- We need your help
getting Nick Porter

out of the apartment.

- Whoa, hey, uh,
I don't know, guys.

- I know it sounds
uncaring but--

- It sure does.

The poor guy is in pain.

He needs a stable home
and some affection.

- He's not a stray dog,
Mouch.

He's a man who drinks whiskey
at 7:00 in the morning

and is starting to convince me

that marriage is
a very bad idea.

- He's been talking
about Ellen nonstop.

Wouldn't it be more caring
to help end his pain

than to just house him?

- Are you suggesting
killing Nick Porter?

- Mouch, I'm suggesting
we get him

back together
with his wife.

- Oh, that's the same thing.

- You need to call Ellen.
-Oh--

- And you have to try and
convince her to make this work.

- Uh--uh--no.

See, Ellen is
a very, very difficult woman.

And another good deed ends up
smacking me in the face.

When will I learn?

- What the hell?

Hey.
Hey.

Get back!

- Hey!

What's going on?

Hey!

Looks like we found our punk.

- Uh, those are the list
of student rolls

for the classes near where
the fire alarms were pulled.

I got it off
the school website.

- What's your name, son?

- Jared.
- Jared.

Why did you bring this to us?

- Because it--I bet it
was one of those kids

that pulled the fire alarm.

Maybe you could find out who.

I didn't do it.

I swear, I wasn't even
in class that day.

- I recognize you.

You stopped to talk to us
outside the school.

- Yeah--yeah I thought it was
crazy what you guys said.

Someone got hurt because
some idiot at Stover

pulled the fire alarm
for no reason?

Anyway, I just wanted to help.

- So why all
the sneaking around?

- So you wanted to help
but you didn't want it

getting back
to your headmaster.

- Yeah.

Or anybody at the school.

People there, they think the
rules should like be different

for them, you know?

- Well, that's probably what
got us into this mess

in the first place.

- Jared.

We appreciate you trying
to do the right thing.

- Sorry if I gave you a scare.

- All right, come on.
You're free to go.

- Okay.

- There's got to be
50 names here.

Not super helpful.

Maybe if we had the
headmaster's cooperation,

but we don't.

- That list is a good
starting point for Platt,

just in case we decide

it's time to get
the police involved.

- How long you and Eric
been together?

- About a year and a half.

Why?
- I don't know.

I guess I'm trying
to figure out

if I'm a relationship person.

- Lot of yapping going on.
Not enough cooking.

- Pick up the pace, rookies.
- Okay.

- Anyway, Violet,
the medic from 20,

things were going good.

And then she just stopped
answering my texts.

- Well, how many texts did you
send before she stopped?

- What do you mean?
One.

- So she didn't respond
to one text and you're worried?

- Okay, well,
I'm not worried, I'm just--

I'm usually the one
that stops texting.

I knew you'd met
your match with her.

What do you mean?

- Means you better not just
sit back on your laurels

if you want to have a shot.

- Hm.
So what do I do?

- You put the chicken
in the oven.

- On it, sorry.
- Yeah.

Here.
Do that one.

No, put the cheese on it.
- Okay.

- It does not seem
to be going well.

- Mouch looks like
he's literally drowning.

- We need to take over.

- With a fork,
a tiny fork, right?

And all along, I thought
it was about the oysters.

You see what I'm saying?

- Uh, sorry to interrupt.

Uh, Ms. Porter, my name
is Sylvie, this is Joe.

- Very nice to meet you.

- I was just trying
to explain my theory

about communication
in relationships.

- Mrs. Porter, I'll get
right to the point--

Nick has been talking about you
nonstop since he moved in.

- Nonstop.

- And it's really clear that
he misses you and loves you,

and we just thought that
Mouch should let you know.

So that if, by any chance,
you were feeling the same way,

you could maybe

give this whole thing
another shot.

- You two are the roommates.

- That's right.
- Mm-hmm.

- You think I don't know
what this is about?

Nicky is a huge pain
in the ass to live with

and you want him out.

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay, yes,

he's a little difficult, but
his affection for you is real.

He hasn't stopped flipping

through that
big blue photo album

since he got there.

- Really?
- Really.

We've seen your reception
at the Palmer House.

- Oh, and the Amish dress.

- And you in Cancun.

He really likes
that picture by the way.

- I had no idea
that he took the album.

- Nick is a real softie
at heart.

- Oh, well maybe that softie

shouldn't have flirted
with everything in a skirt

at my niece's wedding.

- He--he definitely
shouldn't have.

But, is it such a bad idea
to give him another chance?

- What are you doing?

- Trying to be discreet.

- A cruise?
- Shh.

- Gross. Cruise ships are like
giant Petri dishes.

- What?
- He's not wrong, you know,

I always wanted to try it

but Cindy,
she's got this running tab

of, you know,
news stories about

cruise ships hit
with neural virus outbreaks,

you know, sewage backups,
all kinds of nasty crap.

- I heard they have morgues
on the ships,

in case people die.

- Okay, that's insane.
All right?

You and Eric went
on a cruise and loved it.

Eric loved it.

Me, I felt like I was
trapped in a floating jail

filled with old people.

Don't tell him that.
He'd be crushed.

- Oh, my God.

Well, what am I
supposed to do now

for Kelly's surprise
birthday trip?

- So that's what
you've been up to?

- Ugh.

Damn it, it's all gone
to hell now.

You didn't have to do that.

Duh, I know that

I don't have to.

Engine 51, Truck 81, Squad 3,
Ambulance 61,

automatic fire alarm,
Stover Academy--

-That prep school again,
seriously?

- Let's move.

- Chief, I'm as angry
as you are--

- Oh, I doubt that.
Hermann?

Check the outside box.
Truck, Squad,

let's get a search going.

- I took a look around already,
I--I don't see anything

out of the ordinary.

- We're getting to the bottom
of this situation right now.

- And you're gonna help us.

- Or we call in the police.

- Whatever you need.

- Looks like it was
a pull station

right outside the gymnasium.

- Oh, yeah, that's
in a hallway, let me see.

Uh, no, I don't have a camera
that covers that alarm.

- What about all the routes
in and out of that hallway?

- Uh, yeah, we should be able
to see everyone who left

that area after
the alarm went off.

- Was there a class
in the gym at the time?

- No, the boys have gym
at the end of the day.

- I don't see anyone
coming in or out.

Go forward again.

Whoever pulled that alarm,
they're still in there.

- Okay, everyone listen up.

Converge on the gymnasium.
Cover all exits.

- Copy that, Chief.

- Anything?
- Nothing yet, Chief.

Lots of places to hide though--

equipment room,
coaches' office, locker room.

- Elijah, are you responsible
for all of these false alarms?

What--why?
Why would you do that?

Look--this isn't like him.

- Has he gotten into
any other trouble at school?

- No, but he just came
to Stover in September.

- Well, he's a good boy,
an excellent student.

That's why I pulled him
out of his public school.

I wanted him to get
the best education,

even if that meant downsizing
to a smaller apartment

and working longer hours.

But he's had a hard time
fitting in at Stover.

- So you thought you could
impress people by pulling

a few dangerous pranks?

- No.

I wanted to get
the school in trouble.

- What do you mean, Elijah?

- I just thought
if Stover got shut down,

then I could go back
to my old school

and be with my friends,

and nobody would
make fun of me.

- Are kids picking on you
at Stover?

- All the time.

- I had no idea, I--

- Maybe you ought to worry less
about protecting these kids

from the outside world

and take a hard look at what's
happening inside your school.

- I am so sorry you're
being bullied, Elijah.

I'll do whatever it takes
to make it stop.

- I'm really sorry
about the fire alarms.

Is there anything
I can do to fix it?

- These ivory tower schools.

They breed these kids

that think they're better
than everybody else.

Bullies.

- I don't know.
I think bullies are everywhere.

That's why you gotta focus

on the good people instead,
right?

They're everywhere too.

- Hey Ritter?

Don't mess with
my old man anger, okay?

Because, uh,
I need it to get around.

Hey, you coming
to Molly's tonight?

- Nope, going out
with Violet.

- So you finally
texted her again?

- Maybe.
Maybe she texted me.

- No, you definitely
texted her.

- Sorry to leave you
high and dry like this,

but with Ellen insisting
I move back in,

I really don't have
much of a choice.

She's the team leader
in my house.

You'll see what I mean
when you get married.

Actually, most of the time
it's pretty great.

Just don't tell
Ellen I said so.

- Oh, uh, Nick, wait,
your--your DVD.

- Uh, oh no, I'm leaving that
with you guys.

As a thank you
for everything you did.

I'll never forget it.

- Oh, hey, hey,
let me get that for you.

- Thanks.

And the body's not even cold.

- This is gonna be awesome.

- Hey, bud.

- Hi.

- Let me see.

I like it.
Good work.

That'll cheer anyone up.

You ready?
- Okay.

- Come on.

- What's this about?

My birthday's not
for another couple days.

- I know,

but I wanted to celebrate
tonight anyway

because I decided

that we are not going
on any crazy trips.

We're just gonna stay
right here,

cozied up on that couch.

- That sounds perfect but...

- But?

- I don't want you to go
somewhere else

to be "home" anymore.

Your station gear
should always be here,

because you should
always be here.

Will you move in?

- All right, what the hell,

you gotta live
with who you love, right?

Makes sense to me.