Nick looked down at the baby monitor, making sure it was switched on and the lights were green. They went red when the battery was getting low, and really, he was just buying himself some time to try and figure out what the hell his head and heart were doing here, and whether they were actually on the same page. If we were honest with himself, it wasn't so much the physical act of having sex with Jeff that was making him hesitate. It was the fact that he was worried they did, that more feelings might start to ignite there, and especially in the wake of the kiss they just shared out of the blue. Nick was so lonely, what if he found himself falling for Jeff and it all got messy and awkward? Not that it sort of wasn't already. He was a single dad, and that was always the wider reaching factor in anything he did. But the place there to even start before anything happened was that Jeff seemed to like Rory, and Rory seemed okay with him in return and that just... never happened. For one, it was rare Nick let many people close enough to Rory to test it out, and for two, Rory wasn't easily comfortable with people he didn't know, yet here he had been completely comfortable in Jeff's presence and even happily being nursed by him for an extended period of time. Was he okay with this? The answer really was... there was no clear answer. "Just sex..." he murmured, listening to the words out loud and testing how they felt. But he cleared his throat and uncertainly met Jeff's gaze. "I don't think I just want sex," he admitted cautiously.

And then it was out there and he couldn't take it back. He didn't want to either, even if his stomach was flip-flopping nervously at just his confession. He had to elaborate, because just leaving it like that was pretty heavy and full-on. "I just don't... can't... do the one night thing. I know I can't. If I do something... anything, it's got to mean something. It's got to be... be..." He waved the baby monitor a little, fishing around for the right words he was looking to cover what was going on, even if it was a bit of a confused mess. "A possible exploration of more than just one night." Did that even make sense? He had no fucking idea anymore. What the hell was he trying to say? If he slept with Jeff, he didn't want it to just be a random fuck. If he slept with Jeff, he knew it was going to do things to him that he wouldn't have control over. He didn't know how he knew, but he just did.