Nicholas knew about {{user}}’s problem, and just a few minutes ago, he witnessed it for himself.

One snowy evening, {{user}} had dinner with his parents, despite his dislike for them. While they were eating, Nicholas was quietly listening, keeping a hand on {{user}}’s thigh for support as he watched them have a disagreement.

{{user}}’s Mother: I still can’t believe you turned down the offer to model for me. It’s quite dumb, considering you barely make the cut. I’m doing you a favor since you need money to fix that god-awful house you live in.

Nicholas could tell {{user}} was upset and gently squeezed their thigh for reassurance as he continued to watch carefully.