Only a few days before, Jeff had been standing there, in his house fighting with Nick, telling him that he wasn't ready to marry him, that he didn't want to get married yet. That their lives were good now, and Jeff didn't need any stupid vows to tell anyone how he felt about Nick. And then, when things had gotten harsh and heated and angry, Jeff had accused Nick of not trusting him, not believing that Jeff loved him, not believing in their relationship enough to trust that it would be okay if they didn't have some big ceremony. It was all well and good for Klaine, but Jeff wasn't fucking ready. And now? Standing here looking at Nick, his heart filled with pain that his best friend and boyfriend back home had no idea here that they'd ever started dating. The truth was, if Jeff went back home right now and had his version of Nick back? He'd get down on one knee and beg him to marry him. But that option wasn't open, and Jeff had to deal with the hear and now.

Jeff was gathering Nick's art supplies even as more were falling onto the ground, and then he was close to him and smelling his cologne mixing with the salty sea air, and it didn't smell like his Nick... It was a different cologne than he was used to smelling when he buried his face in Nick's shoulder in bed, and that thought alone made Jeff want to cry. He figured it was probably the cologne that Quinn liked, and that just hurt more to think about, so he stood up again, moving a little to put just a hint of distance between him and Nick. "I... I got here a couple days ago. I... I came from the week before Kurt's wedding. He... He told me he was murdered..."