"I sure do," he muttered his agreement, watching her pain play out in her expression until that familiar cold diffidence crept over her face. Nick knew it was only a matter of time before she shut down on him but he didn't want her to, and he hated to hear that hitch in her voice. Once upon a time he'd have dragged her into his arms, told her everything would be okay, that none of this was her fault. Now he stayed silent, watchful and visibly sad. There wasn't much he could do for her now, it was no longer his job or his place to offer anything beyond empty words.
When she spoke he cleared his throat, surprised that she hadn't completely closed off and thrown off by the question itself. "Yeah," was the answer and Nick shrugged. "For the time being. Not forever, but I've got some things going on." Cryptic, he knew, but that was just Nick.