There was a rush of tension from his shoulders that he hoped wasn't visible, even if it did come with an oddly comforting sound of exasperation from her. It was likely because that sound usually came with Anye bringing him food when she realized he had been too busy to take care of himself or a frustrated mutter when she patched him up from a scuffle. It showed she cared, and you know, he was exhausted right now and vaguely achey like he always was these days, and that was his excuse for the warm smile that he aimed at her before ducking his head to hide it. " You make the best plans. That's why I'm the dumb muscle and you the pretty brains of this operation, just like always." It didn't occur to him until after he spoke that he was agreeing to staying to watch movies which he had been avoiding before.
The last thing he needed to do was scare off Anye's new protege with him thrashing from nightmares on the couch, or worse, Anye herself. Maybe he could slip off after she went to bed.
Nick dropped his now empty cup in a trashcan as they walked past before snorting, "I just wanna get through to the next day." That was nearly as far as he usually planned things. Emily and Anye, they planned into their future, layers of it. Steps. Bullet points. They carved and shaped the world with their cleverness and ambition, Nick had always just wanted to stay warm in his little niche and feed his family. Not waking up with broken ribs would be a perk, and he even got that a good portion of the time. Although thanks to the Den he was waking up with the shakes, which, you know, wasn't great either.