Thankfully, Nick gets what Rey's implying. He graces her with the slightest of smiles, its appearance only a bare curl at one corner of his mouth as he meets her eyes.

"Yeah," he agrees quietly. "Maybe not all of it." A lot of that fake world may have been dreamed up by the gods, but when it comes down to he and Rey feel about one another as family, well... either they were right on the money, or that was something genuine shining through. He chooses to believe the latter, in this case. The gods have meddled enough lately.

He sighs, pressing at his temple with his bare hand. He can't really get headaches in the traditional sense, and yet, he can feel one trying to gum the cogs in his head as his processor continues to struggle with all that's on his mind. He's been under duress plenty of times in his synthetic existence, had to handle complicated cases with no clear solution, had some situations end messier than he'd like. So much at once though, and not just for him, but for Rey -- it's taking a toll on his health, and he knows it.

Well, on whatever kind of health a machine can have that is affected by stress, at least. Nick reminds himself inwardly that he has to take care of himself to take care of her. That's how two people like them, folks who don't put themselves first, compromise.

"I'm still trying to sort it all out," he admits quietly, his tone gravely serious. "I'm not sure what it is, but things haven't been working as well as they ought to lately."

And by things, he means himself.