Justin hovered near Nicky, and he could never remember feeling nervous about anyone, ever. Maybe he was tired of being the one who chased, or tired of everything falling through on him. He didn't know. But he was honestly nervous of what Nicky really thought of him. Several times, he raised a hand behind Nicky's back to place it there, and then dropped it. "You look very nice tonight," he said, leaning in. He wasn't sure if he'd said that before, but it bore saying again, if he had.