Waiting to hear if Stanley answered or not, Nicky shifted onto his back, looking in the darkness up toward the ceiling. He had done his best to get to know people here. There were people he'd talked to, people he'd had drinks with or fought alongside but there was still so much missing.
Maybe it always would be. Maybe it was a hole that would never close or be filled in.
He breathed out a little sigh at that question. "No more or less than usual," he answered in that voice that hinted at an accent he still couldn't quite lose. "I couldn't sleep, I thought I would see if you were awake to talk a bit."