"My place was nice," he said thoughtfully, "my dad must've paid a lot for it. I don't know how, but it was quiet. I liked the quiet and I did a lot of art there."
He didn't like the thought that anything really awful could continue happening to someone like Boyd. Awful things aren't supposed to happen to good people. "Is it weird that I'd really like to draw your smile? Cause you have a nice one."
"We're different, but..there's stuff that is the same," Nick shrugged his shoulders again. He considered it for a moment before he shook is head, "Evie was someone else. Not my Wendy. I haven't found her yet.."