He wasn't sure why he'd even approached, he should've expected to get the cold shoulder. Making amends didn't seem like such a great plan anymore now that she'd looked at him like that. He shuffled from foot to foot, feeling just like a stupid kid- god damn, the things she did to him- and his mutter of "Yeah" only seemed to confirm it. He'd done wrong, he knew he'd done wrong, but fuck if he was going to admit it.
Nick squared his shoulders and came to plunk himself deliberately beside her on the bench, staring at the blue light on the wall as if he actually gave a shit about it at all. "How're you holding up?"