Nicky sighed and pressed into the hand, unconsciously, of course. "Nicky wishes that he could see himself like Justin does." He didn't see anything special, but maybe he just wasn't looking right? Once upon a time he might have thought differently, might have seen an inkling of cuteness in the rounds of his cheek and the way his hair complimented his angles. Now, not so much. When he looked at himself now, he saw a boy who was trying to recover after a year spent in Azkaban. Dark and sad, unsure of himself and wanting, oh-so-badly, wanting more from his boring life.