Nick sat on the stairs, completely comatose. He stared straight ahead as if he'd been frozen in place. <br /><br />"Nick? You all right?" <br /><br />He didn't respond. <br /><br />Kyrian moved around him until he stood in front of him. He snapped his fingers in front of Nick's face. "Kid?" <br /><br />Nick blinked before he met Kyrian's gaze. "I'm not worthy," he said in a breathless tone. <br /><br />Baffled by his comment, Kyrian stared at him. "What?" <br /><br />Nick gestured towards his cars. "Dude that's a Ferrari, Lamborghini, Bugatti, Alfa Romeo, Aston Martin, and a Bentley. And I'm not talking the cheap models. Those are the top of the top of the top of the line, fully loaded. I swear, that's real gold trim in the Bugatti. There's more money in metal in here than my brain can even tabulate. Oh my God! I shouldn't even be breathing the same air." <br /><br />Kyrian laughed at his awed tone. "It's all right, Nick. I need you to clean them." <br /><br />"Are you out of your ever-loving mind? What if I scratch them?" <br /><br />"You won't" <br /><br />"Nah I might. Those aren't cars, Kyrian. Those are works of art. I'm talking serious modes of transportation." <br /><br />"I know, and I drive them all the time." <br /><br />"No, no, no, no, no. I can't touch something so fine. I can't" <br /><br />Kyrian cuffed him on the shoulder. "Yes, you can. They don't bite, and they need to be washed.