He's already missing the hoodie. He wiped down his backpack and left it on the counter by the sink to dry, so he doesn't even have anything to cling to. "Nick." He hasn't had a lot of use for his English name in years, but it lends him a little distance, a piece of himself he can refuse without too much of a logistical challenge. "I can't tell you anything. I never understood how any of it worked." He was just willing to accept magic.