[ Nigel attempts modesty, though he's not very good at it. He has very little practice with emotional pretense since -- for the most part -- he experiences very little of it compared to other people and even if he didn't he wouldn't see the point. So he laughs, perhaps a bit self-satisfied and settles back in his chair to get a bit more comfortable. He leans slump head in Katurian's direction so that his head is close to his shoulder and Nigel has to look up slightly to meet his friend's gaze. ]

I hope it's the right fit, Katurian. As unsurprising the sentiment may be, I'm unused to having friends. Nevermind friends that are artists. [ He gives a loose shrug, lie it's no big deal. Nigel does that a lot -- shrugging -- there's an entire unspoken language to them that perhaps, one day, Katurian will pick up on and begin to understand the nuances between one or the other. ] I wasn't sure what else would be appropriate. And I did promise to keep you writing.