"Every time I look at you, I just don't know what to do."

[nickthewarbler.livejournal.com]

Who: warble_on_jeff and nickthewarbler with a side order of justwants2dance (posting order)
What: That awkward moment where you think you care
Where: Jackson Memorial Hospital, Miami
When: A couple of weeks after THIS
Rating: Who knows

The elevator incident was probably always destined to go down the toilet. Nothing could could come out of being locked in a small space with Jeff Hinton. First the damn thing breaks down, then there is angry sex with was basically a power struggle with results Nick couldn't quit analyse effectively, but he was putting it down to being sick. Then there was this. Waking up in a hospital a week later after hitting diabetic ketoacidosis in there and falling into a coma in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. He only heard after the fact that Jeff had apparently freaked the fuck out after Nick passed out and they ended up fixing the elevator at emergency speed, with the ambulance waiting for him by the time they got it open again.

Nick had spent a week unconscious, and then a few more days in a groggy haze. He had been aware of family and friends coming and going for visits, but these past couple of days were the first time after it all that he was starting to feel like a human again. There was some sensations of being worse for wear, and he was tired all the time, but he was getting better now he had been hit with intensive insulin therapy running constantly on an IV drip. He must have dozed off mid-conversation with Mike and woke up slowly again finding Mike sitting there holding his hand. Nick gave him a sleepy smile and squeezed his hand back gently, grateful of the company. They weren't dating, but they were room mates with a distinct friends-with-benefits thing going on. It was like a stopover for them until they found something else, and it worked. Mike was a caring guy, though, and he had been visiting daily since Nick landed in hospital. They didn't even need to have constant conversation. It was just companionship, and Nick was grateful because being in hospital? Sucked giant balls.

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[warble-on-jeff.livejournal.com]

"Yep," Jeff replied with a nod. "We lived together for a while, but then he and Jez went to Europe. But yeah... Sports. I love music, and I still play and sing a lot, but more so for fun than for money... I go to open mic nights sometimes, or like... Karaoke, and I was in a band in college for a while, but I like sports a lot, and I figured it would be really cool to get into the broadcast side of it." If Jeff were honest, it was actually kind of nice holding a normal conversation with Nick. It was weird, but as they sat here, talking comfortably with each other, it was harder and harder for Jeff to remember what exactly it was that set them off at each other in the first place. Honestly, even in the moments when they'd hated each other most at Dalton, Jeff hadn't known exactly what started it. He had a story he was pretty sure was kind of accurate as to what had happened when they first fought, but even that wasn't exactly locked down on the details.

"I guess that's true... Staying busy would help, I guess, to keep the focus off of it. But no, no worries... I won't hit on Blaine... He's gorgeous, but he's Blaine... It'd be like hitting on a family member... And I think I dress okay... Not couture or anything, but I match, and my clothes don't come from Target. I think being friends with his hags gets me an inroad into what's on the dos and don'ts list. At least partly." He grinned at Nick, falling quiet for just a moment. Almost too quiet, and he suddenly swallowed hard and cleared his throat if for no other reason than to break the silence.

[nickthewarbler.livejournal.com]

Nick just gave a nod in response. It wasn't like he knew any of Jeff's interests from Dalton. They spent the entirety of the time avoiding each other so Nick never went out of his way to know anything about the guy, and it was probably a mutual thing. Maybe that had been part of the whole problem at the end of the day. Nick was close with just about every other Warbler, but he never understood why he just clashed with Jeff. "At least you know what you want to do. It's more than some people can say. What sort of sport? I'm not really into much myself. Just surfing mostly. I've got my hands too full with other things. Art, and I always wanted to travel. Luckily, the two can go hand-in-hand in the right circumstances. I don't really do much with music anymore."

"Yeah, I think the guy just needs some fun, to be honest. He doesn't seem to have much. He's always too busy. We've invited him out a few times to see if he might want to hook up, but he makes excuses," he said with a shrug. "It's not like we can bound and gag him to get him to come. Maybe with Blaine now he might get more involved." The sudden silence was awkward, without a doubt. Now they had covered the small talk, was that it?

[warble-on-jeff.livejournal.com]

"Yeah... Right now I'm trying to get in on the ground level in sportscasting for Miami Dolphins football, but I don't really know for sure how it'll go. I'm built like a dancer, not a football player, so that part of life never really worked out for me, but I love talking about it, so maybe talking about it on TV will work out someday." He shrugged. "You surf?" he asked suddenly, with a huge grin. "I love to surf, dude... I learned when I spent a summer in California. I guess growing up here made it pretty easy to be able to do that. You're an artist, too? That's kinda cool... I can't even draw good stick people."

"I'd agree with that, from what I've heard. It sounds like the fun kind of goes on around him and he never really taps into it. But I hope that he and Blaine make it work. They're both awesome guys... They deserve it." In the midst of the silence, Jeff was just about to get up and tell Nick to have a good one so he could head home, when something else stopped him and he met Nick's gaze again. "So... Why exactly did we hate each other again?" he asked, weird question though it may be. "Cuz I seem to remember you as this big asshole, but... You're kinda not."

[nickthewarbler.livejournal.com]

"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."

[warble-on-jeff.livejournal.com]

"Thanks," Jeff replied, surprised even still to hear Nick encouraging him and wishing him the best. "Nope... That's kinda what I figured... I'm damn good at running my mouth... Which I guess you kinda already knew, huh?" he added with a small laugh. "That's awesome... You probably know the best places around here then, yeah? Think you could help a dude out with finding good places to go? What exactly is it that you do for a living?" Maybe he'd already asked, but for the life of him, Jeff couldn't remember... He chalked it up to ADHD.

As much as he wished he could remember why they'd been so horrible to each other all the way through school, Jeff just couldn't. At least if he could put a finger on it, it wouldn't feel quite so stupid, but the longer he talked to Nick, the more he began to question whether it made any sense at all that they'd spent so damn long hating each other. "I'm... pretty much the same guy, too, to be really honest. Maybe we were just really stupid kids," he said with a shrug. "Although... I have no idea why it is that we picked each other to hate. I got along with everybody else, too... Oh, well... I guess shit happens."

[nickthewarbler.livejournal.com]

"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."

[warble-on-jeff.livejournal.com]

"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."

[nickthewarbler.livejournal.com]

"You sound pretty set on it. What are you going to do if you don't get it? Do you have a Plan B?" Nick laughed and shook his head. "No, no. I'm not heading back home. I need to be based in Miami. Most of my work is here. I love it, it's just an extension of home, really. It's all Florida, so no big deal. I love the beach here, and it's bigger than Jacksonville. Plus, all my friends are here now. I've travelled so far and so much, I don't really feel rooted in any one place. I can quite happily freely move around whenever I need to. In fact, I get bored when I'm stuck somewhere too long. I love the drive home, so that's no big deal. They'll keep me in until my blood sugar is stable. Then it will be a few weeks off work because I do travel with it and they don't want me being an insurance liability."

He gave a small gesture with his hand. "Blaine deserves us to at least make an effort. And Kurt for that matter. If it all works out with them, my world and your world are pretty much going to be firmly connected. Same parties, same hang outs, same get-togethers. It's just the way it will roll. And honestly, I'm too tired to maintain any old negativity." He just gave him a faint smile, but chose not to actually touch the ass comment seeing as Jeff was going to leave. It was a subject you just opened and ran by any means.. "I'll catch you around them."