"Oh right. That's a big bar to be aiming for, but I hope you have a chance, dude. Last I looked, you didn't need to be built like a footballer to commentate on it, right? And yeah, I surf. I've pretty much been on surfboards since I could walk. My dad started me out early and it was one thing we really bonded with over above everything else. Which worked out well, considering they had me, then three daughters before the next son came along and Harry hates the water. He's more of a rough-nut kid who likes climbing trees and sandpits. Well, he was when he was younger. It's hard to wrap my head around the fact he's nearly a teenager now. Art's my passion, my job is a close second, though," Nick explained.

His lips pressed together with a hint of wryness and he shrugged, holding a hand up for emphasis. "This is me, dude. This has always been me. I might have grown up, but I haven't changed much. I guess maybe we just didn't want to see anything but the asshole. I don't know. School seems like a long time ago now. You were the only one I ever really had anything against. I got along with everyone else at Dalton."