"I'm sorry," Nicky apologized. "I wasn't aware that you'd lost custody of Audhild." Truth be told, any free time Nicky had was usually taken up by his working with Habitat for Humanity. He studied Vincent for a long moment, and something that he never thought he'd feel for a son of Amora welled up within him. Not compassion, because if anything, Nicky tended to have compassion for everyone, but pity. He looked down at his scuffed black Chelsea boots, not wanting Vincent to catch that emotion. He wouldn't appreciate it, being where he was, and the last thing Nicky wanted was to knock the man down by another peg or two.

"Vincent, you're a...I'm not exactly sure what you are. I know you've got tech know-how but...scientist? Is that it?" Nicky shook his head and continued on, "You should know better than anyone that there's always experiments that fail, until one goes exactly how you want it to - or surprises you by working in a way that you didn't expect but was unexpectedly wonderful." He placed a gentle hand on Vincent's shoulder. "You cannot let yourself get caught in a pool of bile and vinegar and tears. Pull yourself up out of it, go out into the world, and make something of yourself on your own. You're the child of Doctor Doom and you're half-Aesir. I know that you have that in you."

He paused, then, and raised an eyebrow. He'd heard rumors of Vincent maybe having a romantic entanglement with that Mira girl, but not more beyond that. "Are you talking about Roxie? Or Mira?"