[He's not a crier himself, it comes out of him like something ugle dragged free and usually at the most intense and worst moments...so feeling Nick shudder, feeling the wet against his neck, he doesn't try to stifle or still it for him. Better to let it out, even if it was unpleasant and felt terrible.

He just keeps his hold tight, like he can keep the pieces in some semblance of order for when he was ready to pick them up again.]

Hush, I'm not nice, I've been known to be kind, but I'm not nice. So if I'm nice to you, know it's exactly as nice as you deserve cause I'd not muster it for any other kind.

[There's a pause and his the smile he'd pulled together fades as his voice softens.]

I've got you. Promise I do.