[ He can see the panic in Nate's eyes. He never used to seem so easily on edge, and he expects that's his fault, after everything. He steps forward, reaching a hand up and setting it against Nate's arm. ]

Nate just... [ he sighs ] Go in. Go back to your boyfriend. He's worried about you. He doesn't need to know I was here, okay? Just... text me, let me know you're okay. But I shouldn't be here.