Nick nodded, once again looking at the ocean and taking peace from the soft lapping sound. It grounded him, it always had done. He was an artistic person and when he had first arrived here, he spent hours on end painting or drawing on the beach to process the fact he was stuck here and couldn't get home to everything he knew. Even though he was here now and had been for years, coming to thrive on the island and be content with his life, when he first arrived, he really struggled with homesickness and confusion. It was just hard to explain that to Jeff, or to anyone really, because Nick had still been a kid. It was a unique experience and he had never understood why he had come so young and no one else but Quinn really did. Why him? It never made sense. Still didn't. "Yeah, she's amazing. We connected over the same issues. Things are just different here. I know I keep saying that, but you'll eventually see for yourself. There's a different dynamic, you cherish people in different ways. I mean, Kurt's sort of like a brother to me here. I was never as close to him back home."
He gathered up a handful of the warm sand and smoothed it out in his palm to trail his fingertip through it in a circle pattern. "I saw him when he was hurt. I was down here on the beach when he arrived. He was... it was blood everywhere. His wedding suit was a pale colour. Grey, I think. I can't specifically remember, and it was hard to tell what. He has wedding photos in an album in the bungalow. But it was just blood-soaked, he looked dead. Plus, he was an adult. The Kurt I last saw was the one leaning over Blaine on the parking lot floor after the slushie. Kurt here is, well, you'll see what I mean. He's gorgeous, tanned even. He manages the gay nightclub here and also has his own designer label of couture clothing. People pay craploads for his stuff because they're all custom-made. But he's different to the Kurt you would know back there. Not having Blaine, he's just different. There's something constantly masked about him."
"A lot of people do get curious. I just never did. I never experience growing up back there so I didn't see the point in knowing." That's when he stopped and he looked at Jeff quietly. "We're together back there, aren't we?" Maybe it was too much too soon, and he didn't know what was telling him this, but there was just something deep inside where he knew what Jeff wasn't saying and this was the first time he had ever asked anything of his adulthood back home. He let the sand slip through his fingers and then brushed his palms off, not sure if he even wanted to hear the confirmation or not now he had asked.
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He gathered up a handful of the warm sand and smoothed it out in his palm to trail his fingertip through it in a circle pattern. "I saw him when he was hurt. I was down here on the beach when he arrived. He was... it was blood everywhere. His wedding suit was a pale colour. Grey, I think. I can't specifically remember, and it was hard to tell what. He has wedding photos in an album in the bungalow. But it was just blood-soaked, he looked dead. Plus, he was an adult. The Kurt I last saw was the one leaning over Blaine on the parking lot floor after the slushie. Kurt here is, well, you'll see what I mean. He's gorgeous, tanned even. He manages the gay nightclub here and also has his own designer label of couture clothing. People pay craploads for his stuff because they're all custom-made. But he's different to the Kurt you would know back there. Not having Blaine, he's just different. There's something constantly masked about him."
"A lot of people do get curious. I just never did. I never experience growing up back there so I didn't see the point in knowing." That's when he stopped and he looked at Jeff quietly. "We're together back there, aren't we?" Maybe it was too much too soon, and he didn't know what was telling him this, but there was just something deep inside where he knew what Jeff wasn't saying and this was the first time he had ever asked anything of his adulthood back home. He let the sand slip through his fingers and then brushed his palms off, not sure if he even wanted to hear the confirmation or not now he had asked.