Like nothing happened.

[ so that's that. nick shrugs to that effect, suddenly very interested in picking at a loose thread on his sweater sleeve. his own, not august's, nick couldn't possibly fathom being that tragic again. ]

I think I just like--built this whole thing up in my head, you know? Like I just felt...so fucking special when he looked at me. It's just embarrassing, I've been so obvious, I don't know why he didn't tell me to cut it out weeks ago.