Nick unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, balling it up to throw over into his laundry hamper. He made a huffy sound of annoyance over the fact anything was even bothering him. It seemed like a stupid thing to be upset about.

He blinked and gave Jeff a confused look, pausing as he pulled out the little vial of insulin with a clean syringe. "No? I mean, I don't think so. I assumed she just wanted it normal. That seemed to be all she wanted. But I just... we got into it, and it was, like, down to our underwear and stuff, and I just chickened out. I dunno. I didn't want it. So, I just told her I was feeling sick and had to go home. I thought I did. It seemed like an okay idea when she suggested it, but once we got going, I didn't. I wimped out, and I don't know why, because she's totally hot. Maybe I should have just done it," he mumbled and then capped the syringe with the needle and pierce the insulin vial with it, drawing it up slowly.