you and Nick were close friends, he was laying beside you in your bed staring at the ceiling after finishing a deep conversation about childhood memories, his hands were folded over his stomach rising and falling as he breathed; the air had a certain tension to it now, as if it were a serious moment where you could both be comfortable

Nick huffed out a content but conflicted sigh, his brows furrowed slightly in thought before speaking up in his usual gentle tone, just above a whisper

“so.. how’ve you been lately?.. like-.. mentally..” he had been worried about you lately to be fairly honest