Lol sorry, he's tired of being hit
Jesus fuck, how many more motherfuckers were going to hit him today? Nick stood stock still with his teeth and his fists clenched, trying to take deep breaths and count to ten (or whatever the fuck it was they'd told him in some bullshit anger management class he'd been forced to take) before he smacked a bitch. And the shit she was saying- like it was such a terrible thing giving this shady ungrateful kid a good job and a steady income and a fucking home to live in. Like he was the god damn bad guy here. But how was that even a surprise, wasn't that always the way in this path that he had chosen? Everyone else fucks up their shit and then blames it on him but still come running when they need his help. He got that she was hurting but fuck, that dudn't mean she had to take it out on him. All he'd even been trying to do was be nice, which was obviously his big mistake and one he probably shouldn't repeat. If something was crying like that you either offered it comfort or put it out of its misery. Apparently he'd made the wrong choice.
When he had his irritation under control and was sure he wasn't going to smack her right back he gave a defensive shrug and raised his hands in a gesture of defeat before he muttered, "Whatever" and turned and left her alone. Let her deal with it herself like she clearly wanted to, fuck it, Nick didn't need this shit.