"Sit your antsy white ass back down," Nick commanded, though not unkindly. "I've got stuff I could be doing too, but I'm not. I'm entertaining you at the ass crack of the morning. You want some coffee?"
He didn't actually wait for an answer because Nick wanted some coffee so he headed into the kitchen and got a pot started then retreated to his room for a moment for sweat pants and a teeshirt. He returned in a minute to sit next to Tony, watching him. Sure, Nick had a life, but Stark was a part of that and had been since he was a kid. Nick didn't mind that he'd come here. Hell, he was almost touched, given their often rocky history. It wasn't like Nick hadn't supported him in similar situations before. It wasn't like Nick planned to stop supporting him.
"I'm proud of you, motherfucker," he said, abruptly, and then turned on television to a news channel as a buffer in case shit in here got too sentimental.