While rather heavy Booker didn't fight against being moved. He didn't exactly help that much but he let himself get pulled over to the couch. He sprawled a little but let Nicky's head rest in his lap.

Seconds later he started running his fingers through his hair out of habit more than any real thought.

"I had my purpose though." His family had been his purpose. Booker wasn't sure immortality had given him a better one. "There's nothing wrong with what we do and it does some good but... it feels a bit pointless when the world keeps falling apart, no?"