Jeff's eyes involuntarily followed Nick's hands to the necklace he wore. This was all wrong. He couldn't possibly screw things up for Nick and Quinn. Not when it looked like Nick truly was happy with her. He loved Nick with all his heart, more than he'd ever loved an other human being in his entire life. And didn't loving someone mean that, even if it hurt, you wanted them to be happy? Swallowing hard, he nodded to the necklace. "How long have you and Quinn been together?" he asked, grateful that he'd managed to ask without his voice cracking or any other embarrassing moments. The fact that it was Quinn, of all people, was hard for Jeff to follow, too. He'd just come from a time when Quinn was happily married to Puck. He knew that things were going to be different here, and he was hearing what Nick was saying loud and clear, but fuck would this be easier if he could go to bed and cuddle with Nick to get through the tough times.
"I'm glad I didn't see it," Jeff admitted, picking up a handful of sand and letting the breeze off the ocean slowly blow it through his fingers. "I'm glad I wasn't there that long. I seriously can't wrap my mind around seeing him die like that. It makes me feel sick even just thinking about it." Still, at Nick's next comment, Jeff had to smile. "That's freakin' awesome, Nicky!" he said. "I wish I'd gotten here sooner! I already did all that stuff. How'd you get to be the lucky one who came here in school?" There was the slightest hint of relief just at being able to lighten the conversation a little. "That's amazing, though. You always said you wished that school could all be art. I guess you got the closest thing to your wish that you could."
There was no mistaking that Nick was avoiding something in the way that he turned the conversation rapidly off the path that Jeff was accidentally taking it on. "Yeah. Right after that," was Jeff's lame reply. He breathed in slowly, holding his breath for just a moment before he let it go. "I..." he began, before shaking his head. "That was a really long time ago. I guess you know from knowing Kurt here that he and Blaine forgave us for what went down then."
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"I'm glad I didn't see it," Jeff admitted, picking up a handful of sand and letting the breeze off the ocean slowly blow it through his fingers. "I'm glad I wasn't there that long. I seriously can't wrap my mind around seeing him die like that. It makes me feel sick even just thinking about it." Still, at Nick's next comment, Jeff had to smile. "That's freakin' awesome, Nicky!" he said. "I wish I'd gotten here sooner! I already did all that stuff. How'd you get to be the lucky one who came here in school?" There was the slightest hint of relief just at being able to lighten the conversation a little. "That's amazing, though. You always said you wished that school could all be art. I guess you got the closest thing to your wish that you could."
There was no mistaking that Nick was avoiding something in the way that he turned the conversation rapidly off the path that Jeff was accidentally taking it on. "Yeah. Right after that," was Jeff's lame reply. He breathed in slowly, holding his breath for just a moment before he let it go. "I..." he began, before shaking his head. "That was a really long time ago. I guess you know from knowing Kurt here that he and Blaine forgave us for what went down then."