"Of course he didn't," he growls, the words heavy with disgust. "He never does."

Nick lifts his eyes to glare at the ceiling, as if in inane hope that a divine-mediated solution will spring fully-completed from the ether and present itself to him.

As one could fucking well predict, no such thing comes.

He turns on his heel to face the other man and raises a hand, palm out, his eyes hard. "We're done here."