Nick nodded and bit down on the inside of his cheek to tell himself not to start crying. It had gotten easier as he got older, but he still missed his family and what he had left behind at home now and again. He had been here so long that he could never be sure anymore if he would go back. Not that he would remember behind here if he did, but none of his family had come here to-date, so he wasn't sure if he would ever seen them again. And he had missed Jeff, he really had, but now like he had always suspected, Jeff had come but from a very different time to where Nick was from and whatever Jeff had grown up with, Nick had no awareness of it. It could make things really hard and awkward, but he was determined to not let it. All the other guys from home made their differences work, why wouldn't Nick and Jeff? It was just that added difficulty that there had been some sort of relationship to them and Jeff had the memories, but Nick didn't. It was somewhat comforting to hear they must have finally gotten their act together back there when Nick wasn't sure he would ever have the balls for it, but here? Here he had grown up on the island, and he was happily dating Quinn. It was different, so their friendship was going to take some time to build-up. Jeff would need to learn the island, adjust to it, and they would need to get to know each other all over again. "Everyone here will help guide you. We all have been in your shoes, which you need to remember. It's just like any other place, though. There's a hospital, doctors, therapists. You name it. If you need professional help, it's there, but people are friendly here. Most will help, though like any place, you'll get your shady characters. All sorts live here."

He sort of winced a little and shrunk back under Jeff's gaze at his question. There was distinct hesitation and it was understandable, but it was all Nick could offer for now. He didn't know this Jeff, and in turn, Jeff didn't know who he was anymore now he had grown up. He didn't think he had changed that much from when they were younger, but he had definitely grown up a lot. "You adjust. And you will. You'll wake up one day and just realise this is like home." He cleared his throat, not wanting to make anything more awkward than it already was for now. They could catch up again... when they had time to process the where the dust was settling now. "It's getting a little late, I really should get back up to the resort. I've been trying to help Quinn out as much as I can because Kurt's sort of fallen into a deep depression after Mercedes came and told him that back home, Blaine committed suicide. Kurt thinks that means he'll never come. It's just... a bit of a mess. I... shit, I'm sorry if you didn't know what about Blaine. If you want to talk, you can just give me a call or drop by." He wrote his phone and resort room numbers down on a bit of his sketch pad and tore it off to give to Jeff. "Just take some time to let things sink in, but I'm always around. Or I work down at the gallery in town."