"So, you know all the football strategy and all that? I guess you have to have an extremely fine eye to be able to watch every detail of the play and commentate on it. And yeah, I know, but old water and all that," Nick said with a small smirk. "I know my way around Miami well enough, but I'm actually from Jacksonville, about six hours north of here driving. I do two things, actually. I got my Bachelor of Arts and Bachelor of Language in French at the University of Florence in Italy and I work now as a Court Translator up and down Florida, as well as some odd freelance translating work here and there. I speak French and Italian, so I can translate in both. I also sell my art at a gallery down on Miami Beach. So, being laid up in here will start driving me up the wall sooner rather than later. I'm not used to being still."

He shrugged again. "I like to think I was actually a pretty smart kid. We gave each other the cold shoulder, so it wasn't like I was going to ignore that. Maybe it's just one of those things to chalk up as the past, and leave it at that. Not everyone had to get along. Hell, Blaine and Sebastian used to rub each other up the wrong way all the time before they were forced to play nice."