All of a sudden Anye seemed to shut down, and Nick felt himself do the same. He had a feeling he knew what did it, and that it wasn't anything she was mad at him for, but still brought that entirely too familiar feeling of I fucked up that felt heavier than usual. It always did when it involved her.
Nick sighed, rubbing at the back of his neck even as he took the napkin to wipe off the residual sugar from his beard. "Backwards apparently." The under his breath comment came with a subdued sigh at her back. The trash was shoved in his pocket while he glanced enviously at a man finishing his cigarette outside the subway station, "Lets take a left up here, we'll pass that fountain I told you about." It was a weak excuse for not taking the subway, but honestly one wasn't all that much faster than the other and even years in the city hadn't made him favor the latter much. Too noisy, too little control if something went wrong.
Most of them also smelled like piss, and granted so did NYC as a whole but at least it was well ventilated above ground.