Nick got it. Nick understood. Understood her better than maybe anyone else just like she understood him. And that didn't change a goddamn thing for either of them. His arm fell limply to his side and he nodded, feeling a lump rising in his throat. He coughed, cleared his throat, and took a step back nodding. "Me too, baby," he murmured in agreement to everything she'd said. Fury was fucking tired, too, of a lot of things, and he'd clearly overstayed his already tentative welcome here. Another step towards the door, another step backwards from Jess, and he watched the space widen between them. A gulf he couldn't breach, a problem he couldn't solve. Nick turned and left. He thought he'd come here for resolution, now he wasn't so sure. He'd never even told her he was sorry.