Nick poured her a shot of vodka and handed it over, meeting her gaze for only a second before he tilted back his head and drained his glass. "Tough few days," he answered gruffly and shrugged. He moved to fall onto the couch, gesturing for her to sit beside him. "How bout you? Anything new and interesting?" It occurred to him that he hadn't actually seen her in days, which wasn't a rarity for them- she was solitary and he was perpetually busy- but it happened frequently enough that he would get to missing her.