For a moment, Jack considered not doing the appropriate thing. He stared at Nick, hating the clear resignation visible on his face, and he knew he was partially to blame for that. Then Evie blew past him, anger crackling off of her, and he shook his head. He couldn't start down that road, letting the two of them run wild, irresponsible. Thinking they were fairy tales.
With a sigh, Jack rubbed his face and shrugged at Nick in return. "I guess so. Do you need-- anything from the apartment?"