Everett had mostly forgotten that Nick was there, as bad as that was. Seeing his sister, alive and well and quirky and beautiful as always, had pretty much overwhelmed him. He could see that she didn't quite believe it, and he couldn't blame her. He'd spent what felt like forever looking for her and Christina, and he would have continued to look indefinitely. There was no other option for him, and he had no excuse not to, since he was immune.
"Who else would it be?" he asked when Caitie asked if it was really him. His tone didn't come off quite as smart-ass as he would have preferred; there was no way he could pretend to be unmoved by this. "I just got here today, and--" He gestured helplessly, unable to summon the words to explain that he'd gotten lucky on his first attempt at showing his pictures around and that Nick had brought him here right away. Instead he reached for her as soon as she'd opened the cell door, wanting to hold her and convince himself that she was really real, too.