Stephen was afraid of him...but not for the same reason Nick thought, he didn't know if Nick was necessarily stronger, underneath his uptight appearence he had muscles on muscles over his lean frame, but that didn't mean he had the ability to actually defend himself, he'd never even hit anyone, despite feeling the strong desire to...in fact he was well-adjusted that way, though contemplating worse things than a fist-fight was something he wouldn't tell anyone he did.<br/><br/>He backed up in his chair a bit, uncomfortable with the proximity. He held his breath until Nick had looked at Rose, though he wasn't happy with that either.<br/><br/>Stephen then thought about what Nick was saying. That was the dumb part, Veronica should've already jumped in bed with Nick by now, but she seemed determined to spite him at every turn. That was her mistake.<br/><br/>He got up and walked around, wide around, Nick and got a drink for himself, non-alcoholic. He didn't want to be getting drunk, not tonight.