Good god, what were the chances Nick actually found his way home on this very damn day? It was like he had a sixth sense, the torturing Tony sense. "God, do you have to sound like that all of the time?" he complained as he pushed himself up on one hand, squinting and one eye winked shut against this invasion of his personal, private space. "You're like semi-automatic, it's just an unpleasant rhythm," he kept on muttering while he did his best to get himself together, which included checking his hair and rubbing his eyes until he thought he could open them again.