Nick exhaled slowly, finally feeling a bit more like himself -albeit still sad- after the apparent hours that he had spent lost within his own mind. He strolled over to the counter to where the water was waiting on him. "Thank you," Nick said, opting to just ignore the glass and go straight to the pitcher. As Ava spoke, he could hear the tentativeness in her voice, as if she was scared he would continue to ignore her for the rest of the night. He honestly did feel better, but he had to admit he didn't handle it like he should have. Setting down the pitcher, Nick said. "Well, I don't think either of us want to smell my sweat while we eat. So let me go get a shower first, alright?" Nick glanced over to the rum and Dr. Pepper sitting there, as if debating whether or not to drink any of either tonight. Unable to come up to a decision quick enough, Nick left it where it was and turned, intending to head up the stairs.<br/><br/>Nick ascended the stairs much slower than he did when he had first came home, but now it did not look or feel automated. Nick stripped in the bedroom and strolled into the bathroom, turning on the water in the shower and waiting for it to warm up. Once again left with his thoughts, they wandered further, this time towards the faded memories of his mother. He couldn't punch his sadness away like he could his anger. Perhaps just soaking in the shower a while would do the trick. With a sigh, Nick stepped into the shower and allowed the water to run over him as if he had no care in the world. His guard was down just so the water could perhaps just wipe away the thoughts that plagued him, as if the water was able to penetrate his being and wash away concepts and thoughts.