"To fixing shit," he echoed and clinked his fresh glass against hers with a small smile. Bart looked at the the ping of the glasses, reached up a lazy paw to swat at them before returning his intent stare to Jessica. Nick reached over to absently scratch the cat under the chin, studying Jess while he did so. Even with "shit fixed", he still thought she looked a little tired or frustrated, sad. Probably he was just projecting. Maybe not, though, and now it was very thoroughly his business if they were back to being friends or at least try to start again.
"So what's new?" he asked, casual as he could. "Still, uh, on your own?" That was a politic way of asking if Wanda was still disappeared to wherever the fuck she'd gone with that Hellstrom asshole. All Fury's sources could tell him were that she'd left the hospital and gone into a portal with the exorcist. Left Jessica behind.