The moment that the jumper finally opened the hatch for them to disembark, Nick stepped out of the vehicle, heading straight for the elevator. The only reason he didn't send himself directly to his apartment was because he knew Ava had no way to follow him. He stopped in the elevator, waiting with the key hidden in his finger exposed. He was angry and incredibly sad. He hadn't felt like this in a while. The last time he felt like this... no, he couldn't bring that up now, otherwise he may snap or breakdown, or a mixture of the two. On that hand, he had to figure out a way to calm himself down immediately. Naturally, this was the dominant thought in his mind. However, another hand presented itself during the discord in his mind. It felt nice to let it out. To stop being the commander of the thirteenth battalion within the Kingdom Paramilitary, stop being the man that is supposed to lead -- or would it be rule, in this day and age? This thought was small, seemingly insignificant to the other side, barely registering in his mind. But even now, he could tell that it was taking root as something that would nag him for days or perhaps even weeks to come. Did he really hate his father that much?<br/><br/>He hadn't even noticed that Ava had finally joined him, or that he had sent the elevator up until she spoke to him, apologizing for something that was no fault of her own. Nick massaged the point between his eyes on the bridge of his nose, trying to clear his head a bit. "Nothing for you to apologize for, Ava," Nick said, his tone clipped but not intentionally rude. "All you did was remind me that I don't understand how I manage to restrain myself from strangling him whenever we interact." Before Nick could get another word out, the elevator opened, depositing them into the apartment.<br/><br/>Once again, Nick was off, this time to change. He quickly changed into his workout clothes before heading down the stairs and to his practice area. With no gloves and without a word, he began to wail on the punching bag they had there, not holding back for a single punch. He needed to get this out one way or another, and despite Ava's nanites, he didn't trust himself not to seriously hurt her at the moment. Nick didn't bother stopping until he had completely worked it out of his system. Apparently, it had built up since the last time he had gotten pissed at his father, because by the time he had finally stopped, the sun had properly set.