"Same shit, different day," he shrugged and, nodding gratefully, accepted the beer the bartender handed him. Kind of an understatement, given how completely their lives had changed, but it was the easiest way for Nick to rationalize to himself. Anyway, motherfuckers seemed to have all the same petty vendettas and squabbles up here as they had on Earth. Same old show on a different stage, but he was getting tired of the play. "Sometimes, it doesn't seem worth it," he muttered, and it wasn't even clear if he realized he'd spoken that thought aloud. The Sphere was their home now, but it wasn't home, and there was so much more out there and they were all so fucking insignificant. Maybe that was just all the booze swirling around in his head.