Nicky didn't look at her, couldn't. His lips were tight, practically disapearing. He wanted to stop her, but he couldn't. It would have been allowing her to go on doing this, asking for hurt somewhere down the road.
He nodded as she said she would go. It took everything he had in him not to stop her. When she was off of the bed, he scooted back up into it, resting against the headboard. He could do this. He could.
Nicky had never been a strong boy, but he knew what he had to do. He knew he couldn't be that boy.