"Yeah," Nate laughed a bit, running a hand through his disheveled hair and now wishing he'd thought of actually dressing instead he was in track pants, a well-worn band tee and a sweatshirt. "I was up writing all night, full of caffeine and pipe dreams," he sighed, jokingly wistful. "Care for a walk? I feel the need to move after sitting for so long. Plus this old guy needs his exercise," he nodded his head in Albus' direction, who looked ready to fall asleep across Naiya's feet. "He's usually much more mellow than this, you must've gotten him all riled up," Nate said in all seriousness, barely able to stop himself from laughing.