Nicky in his Disappointed Mom era:
When your husband, who has practically been in your skin 24/7 for the past 900+ years, gives you a bro hug and ditches you in one of the most romantic cities in the world to be "alone". Nobody can convince me that Nicky wouldn't remain salty forever about this:
Joe: "I love being in Paris with you. *proceeds to quote the most romantic French scripture that reminds him of his husband*
Nicky: "You sure you don't want some time to yourself?"
Joe: "... Nicolo that was 300 years ago, I said I was sorry!"
Nicky: *angry Italian muttering*



