"We all do stuff we aren't proud of, Nicky," Jeff offered. "And like you said, you didn't know how alcohol effected you then. That part's not your fault. Like I said... I table danced topless, and I don't have diabetes, so I have no excuse."

Reaching behind him to adjust the pillow, Jeff stared at Nick for a moment. "You... She doesn't know? That you had sex? Nicky, that's kind of... important... You were going to have sex with her without telling her?" It wasn't an accusing question so much as a surprised one. He kind of figured someone had the right to know at the start that they weren't your first. "Yeah... It sounds like it," he agreed, shifting in his bed. With a pause, he turned onto his side to look at his friend. "Nicky, are you sure you're okay?" he asked, worriedly.