Nick lets out a thoughtful hum. Maybe he does. He had been working off what was considered normal for a guy in society that the constant comparisons always made him feel less than average. Leave it to the masses to make one feel different and inadequate.
His expression slowly changes to that of a sympathetic frown. They may come from different places but trauma inducing horror is practically universal. Panem may allow Nick the downtime he needs but overthinking it could sooner leave him to believe that he's just a lost cause. Or always had been, but he's still here simply because he's apparently so god damn entertaining. It pisses him off, knowing that the Capitol brought folks with baggage like him and Sam and practically everyone, just because they're apparently so fascinated by their trauma.
He squeezes the napkin into his fist before slowly relaxing as Sam continued, expression still soft, though his eyes are burning with anger. At least there's life in him now.
"I'm...glad that worked out," Nick says, unsure how to comment on it without making it too awkward. Although he's not off to a good start. "I mean, not sayin' it was good that it happened. I just...sorry." He takes a short pause to shut his eyes and thinks about what he wants to say. Finally, he opens them again and for his eyes to meet Sam's. "You found a way to recover that worked out for you. So I know it ain't...entirely hopeless."
His conviction's a bit shaky there, but he's used to having a shaky start at nearly everything.
I'm so sorry for the wait ; ; thanks for your patience. <3
His expression slowly changes to that of a sympathetic frown. They may come from different places but trauma inducing horror is practically universal. Panem may allow Nick the downtime he needs but overthinking it could sooner leave him to believe that he's just a lost cause. Or always had been, but he's still here simply because he's apparently so god damn entertaining. It pisses him off, knowing that the Capitol brought folks with baggage like him and Sam and practically everyone, just because they're apparently so fascinated by their trauma.
He squeezes the napkin into his fist before slowly relaxing as Sam continued, expression still soft, though his eyes are burning with anger. At least there's life in him now.
"I'm...glad that worked out," Nick says, unsure how to comment on it without making it too awkward. Although he's not off to a good start. "I mean, not sayin' it was good that it happened. I just...sorry." He takes a short pause to shut his eyes and thinks about what he wants to say. Finally, he opens them again and for his eyes to meet Sam's. "You found a way to recover that worked out for you. So I know it ain't...entirely hopeless."
His conviction's a bit shaky there, but he's used to having a shaky start at nearly everything.