Nick Andros

Harold: You're the kindest person I know. So yeah, you are. You didn't know that? Even after you say all that to me?

Nick: It means a lot that you would say that, Harold. I think you're so sweet, so kind...

Harold: I think you might be right. You think so? I don't think anyone else has really thought so before. I'm glad you do, though. I want you to.

Harold: I hope so. You are, Nick.

Nick: Might be, huh? I know so. Well...That's awful, and just wrong. But, I know I can fix that. Change it, I mean. At least, give things a brighter starting point. I want you to feel the same, too. I'm glad you do.

Harold: You're funny. That's surprising, though. You're not hard to talk to.

Harold: I did. I wanted to try. I will, I'll see you sooner then. I can't complain about that.

Nick: Thanks. I find humor is the best way to deal with just about anything. I'm glad you think so Harold. I think you're really easy to talk to, too. Really easy, actually.

Harold: Yeah, you do. Has nobody told you that before?

Harold: Good! I hope you like this one. I'm almost there.

Nick: Well, to be fair, I wouldn't exactly know. But, I know no one has put in any effort that I'm aware of to let me know.

Harold: /You/ look really good.

Harold: It's lasagna, I thought it was pretty fancy. It's got layers and stuff.

Nick: I...Do?

Harold: You think so?

Harold: I'm glad you think so.

Harold: I'm on my way over. I brought food.

Nick: Yes, I really do. You look really good.

Nick: I'm glad you're glad, in that case. You should be glad. Happy, I mean.

Nick: You are...You look...

Harold: I said I would stay the last time I was over. I wouldn't have said yes if it made me uncomfortable. Does it make you uncomfortable?

Harold: Who do you think the monster is?

Nick: I know you did. Even so, I wanted to make sure you hadn't changed your mind. Plus, last time, we didn't discuss sharing a bed beforehand. Just pointing that out. Not that it matters, I don't want to be argumentative. No, it doesn't. Not at all.

Nick: I...Have no idea. I'm trying my best not to think about it if I'm being honest. Maybe that's stupid of me, but...I don't want to jump to conclusions. I just hope that whatever is happening stops soon.

Harold: Why would it be weird? Is it weird to have me over? There is a monster out and about, it's not safe.

Harold: Then I would stay with you. I'll stay with you.

Harold: It's just too gross for some people. I don't care about gross.

Harold: That's good.

Harold: Oh? You want to share your bed with me, Nick?

Nick: I don't either, to be honest. At least, not the stuff most people consider gross.

Nick: Yeah, it is.

Harold: Well, I am a janitor. It's not too bad, though. I know a lot of people that wouldn't have the balls. It's been a few hours since the last time I was called about vomit.

Harold: Just okay?

Harold: Yes. Please. I'd like that.

Nick: You're right about that. I've never understood why people seem to look down on some jobs. You're working, that's what matters. And, as much as people may think what they think, at the end of the day they would be really upset if you didn't show up for a day. I'm glad about that though. I'm sure you are too.

Nick: Yeah, it was a little bit of a rough morning. It's getting better now though.

Nick: I would too.

Harold: Hey, Nick.

Harold: It's alright, yeah. How are you?

Nick: Just alright?

Nick: I'm okay, I just wanted to check on you.

Nick: [...]

Nick: Hey, Harold.

“Nobody has worried about me before, not even my family,” Harold admitted, shrugging off what he’d said. He paid attention as Nick explained what happened, nodding as he did. What he said left off at the point that he had already told Principal Weems, so he didn’t have to say it for Harold to know it. The question made him smile, despite the dark mood of the night. He was obviously excited about having been asked. “Yes, I’ll stay. I would like that. Maybe that will make you feel a little bit safer. I would stop anyone that tried to hurt you. Do you want to watch a movie or something? Get your mind off of it?” 

At the admission, Harold was surprised. It was a good surprise, making him smile a little bit despite the intense situation. “Me? Why were you worried about me? You were the one that was in danger.” He pulled his lips between his teeth, then added. “I’m glad you’re okay. You weren’t hurt, were you? I was worried about you. I saw what you were saying as I came across you guys. I think you should call in tomorrow. I’ll call in too, if you want. We can just call it an early weekend. I think Principal Weems will understand.”

There had been concern over the idea that there was a Hyde on campus somewhere, of course. That would mean that someone they all knew was probably a potential danger to any of them. But it wasn’t going to do any good to stand and talk about it on a school night, so they all parted and the Principal would do her own investigating. The doctor didn’t seem convinced. Harold took Nick by the hand as they made their way back to the teacher’s home, taking the lead because he knew the other man was shocked and in a bad way. When they got inside, they hugged sooner rather than later and Harold was glad, gently holding the other man close. When they parted and Nick started asking about him, he wiped his hands horizontally like he was wiping off a table, clearing what Nick had said in a quick motion before taking the other man’s hands to keep him from saying anything else. He kept their eyes locked and nodded to say yes, he was okay, giving Nick a moment more to calm down before signing. “Are you okay?” Emphasis on you. “We can sit down, sit with me. If you want to talk about it, we can. If you want to talk about it later, we can do that. I’m here. It’s okay.”