Nick was pretty sure Harry would always feel like a little kid to him. He was ten years old when Harry was born and he thought he was the most amazing little thing. That had never changed. Harry had continually been an amazing kid, and now he was becoming a young man with ridiculous amounts of talent, ambition and dedication. It was why Nick wanted blood when he heard about Tommy and his pals hurting Harry. He knew Harry had fallen for Tommy, and it seemed it had been reciprocal until Tommy got scared of coming out. Nick respected that and understood. For a 15 year old kid with fears, it would be a terrifying time. Some kids managed it, many didn't. He still didn't think that gave any kid the right to hurt his baby brother and take it further by condoning his friends being actively and publicly cruel to Harry on Facebook. He did think a lot of that stress had contributed to Harry falling ill. It was his job now to make sure he rested and got back on his feet beyond clearly suffering stress.

He poured the tea for both of them, and then added some sweetener and milk to his own. "I am too. At least this way if you try to piss off out of the conversation, I can staple your hands to the table," he said and gave Jeff a small smirk. May as well joke about it, despite how much he had been hurt by it. You should be feeling a whole lot of nice in the early days of trying to make a relationship get off the ground, not a whole lot of hurt. He wanted to talk about it, but this would be the last chance. "I'm glad everything went through smoothly with the place. Harry doesn't need to couch surf. He gets his own room and can hopefully chill out soon."