Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, nor do I completely own Nick and Jeff (although I'm pretty much creating their personalities myself since we haven't gotten to know them too well on the show).
A/n: So… I got an interesting response to my last chapter – one review that consisted of three letters that I can't quite figure out the emotion behind. This one is going to be MUCH shorter. And once again, I'm starting to get ideas about starting a full-length Niff story based on an idea from these drabbles…
Lost
"I kind of feel lost without you here," Jeff admitted, gently stroking the image of Nick on his computer screen. "I feel like I need to help you, but I know that there isn't anything I can do when you're all the way in Arizona and I'm still here at Dalton…"
"I know. I would rather be there…"
"You do look like you're getting better… you look healthy again."
"I don't feel better. It's still so hard." Jeff watched the way Nick refused to look at the computer screen, as if Jeff would think that he was a failure if he saw that Nick was upset. "I don't think it's okay. I… I feel like I'm failing, like I'm going to go back to everything I was doing before I came here. And whenever I say anything like that in therapy, they just say that it's normal and that I'm going to relapse because that's all part of the recovery process."
"I know you can do this, Nick… you're stronger than you think."
"I don't want to disappoint you."
"As long as you're willing to ask for help when you need it, I won't be disappointed with you. I love you too much…"
"And if I'm not strong enough to ask for help?"
"Then I'll be there to help put the pieces back together when you fall apart."