"Oh, yeah. I've watched it for years... My dad's a huge fan, too, and he taught me a lot of stuff about it. He played in college. Football for us was kinda what surfing was for you and your dad, I guess. We both loved it, and bonded over it. I just never quite grew up to be football player material. I guess I could've been a kicker, but that never played out." He nodded at that. "That's right... I think I knew that... Leave it to me to not remember anything. Do you like Miami, or are you thinking you'd eventually like to head back closer to home?" A small laugh escaped Jeff. "I'll bet. I've got the world's worst case of ADHD, so I'd be screwed. How much longer are they gonna keep you in here?"

"You're probably right," Jeff replied. "Maybe understanding why we were dicks to each other isn't as important as just not being dicks to each other anymore. Which... I'm kind of down with," he admitted. "You actually... are a really cool guy. I never thought I'd be saying that." Pausing just a moment, he glanced down at his watch. "Hey, I gotta get going... I'm supposed to meet Mercedes for dinner. But I'll... I guess I'll talk to you again soon." He paused, offering Nick a playful smirk. "By the way... I couldn't walk properly for quite a while after the elevator thing... Just thought you might like to know... It must be true what they say about smaller guys being the best hung."