Nick froze for a moment before he stepped forward, giving Jack a tense hug. It was too much already. Too many people, too much news. He didn't like any of it, he wanted to go back upstairs. Back to his little white room and his therapists and the safety.
His face was still impassive, except a little flicker of sadness behind his eyes. "Oh.." was all that he managed. What did he have to say about his dad? He knew he should be sadder than he felt. Mostly, it was just a familiar numbness and his slow creeping anxiousness.
When he found his voice, Nick managed, "I never...got any letters, Evie. Except stuff from Jack...um. Thank you, Jack."