Nick glowered and rubbed a hand over his stinging jaw. Sure it was well deserved and it wasn't like she was the first woman who'd ever slapped him, but fuck if it didn't hurt every time. He needed to just start bracing himself every time he knocked on a door or a woman of any kind approached him. He watched her shrug into her sweater and head inside without slamming the door in his face which was, Nick guessed, his cue to follow. He only stared at her ass for a few seconds (he was a gentleman) on the way in and then took a curious look around the place. It was nice, but he wasn't really here to admire her apartment. Or her ass.
Mirroring her pose, arms crossed and back rigid, Nick met her gaze with his eyebrows raised and stupidly repeated, "So." Then scowled and shrugged. "So you understand why I had to disappear. I knew what was coming-" Only a small lie, he'd known something was coming, anyway. "And I didn't want you caught up in it." He couldn't help a rueful grin and an almost accusation, "On my account, anyhow." She'd gotten all tangled up in this mess just fine on her own, hadn't she? He bit back the question- how long?- and fell silent. Probably he'd get another slap or something.