NICK WASN’T EXACTLY what you would call a good samaritan. He was a GOOD PERSON, sure; it was basically a required trait for anyone in his line of work. But a randomly charitable person he was not, especially when it came to overly rowdy tourists in his home state. They IRKED him to no end; no, he wasn’t going to say Fahget abat it and he wasn’t going to stop himself from saying It’s right fuckin’ there you fuckin’ dipshits whenever they asked him for directions to the subway in front of a clearly marked subway entrance.
BUT THIS ONE? He genuinely seemed lost and confused and it was the strangest thing to someone like Nick. He was just sort of standing there, like he didn’t know what to do or where to go. He didn’t know what the guy’s deal was, but he couldn’t just leave him there like a LOST PUPPY or something when it was obvious something was wrong. Well, not obvious- more instinctual. But still.
“HEY BUDDY, YOU okay? Know where you’re goin’?”