"Hm," he hummed gently, scratching his chin and glancing around. Frowning, he listened to her words. His father had also had cancer when he was very young. From what his mother had told him about it, it was not a pretty sight and he found his stomach churning uncomfortably at the thought. "I'm...sorry to hear that. You seem well, though, for what it's worth!" he laughed slightly, feeling a bit awkward. Having to actually look people in the face while talking to them was more difficult than he had ever imagined it...<br/><br/>"I'm not sure, to be honest with you," he said curiously, "I was--well, I am visually impaired. I was blind as a kid and as a young teenager so...I don't remember faces very well."<br/><br/>Nicholas found himself laughing. Since he had been born with his illness, he was much more lighthearted about it. He had learned to cope over the years, and as such, he had allowed himself to pick up and move on. No use in crying over what you would never be able to see. Tears never solved the permanent and inevitable, in his opinion. "But...now I can see. Albeit, not very much--but...the faint glow around you is quite beautiful," he said sincerely, just now noticing it as well. He had noticed it upon the others, but he blamed it in his faulty vision. Now Lillian had come along, and he was getting a tad suspicious.<br/><br/>"...truthfully, I'm not entirely sure this isn't a dream but..." he started and then trailed off, gazing over towards the ocean.