"Really?" There was a kind of amazed hope in his voice at that, a shock that he might not be as crazy as he'd thought. Or, if he was, it was a crazy that was shared. "Tennessee, huh?" Now it was Nathan that was relaxing back, some of the tense lines around his mouth easing for the first time; it was amazing how much younger he looked when he wasn't constantly watching over his shoulder for the men in the white coats.
"I wondered." He waved his hand in Jim's direction, lips tugging up in recognition. "About your accent. I'm from some one stop town in Indiana, myself." The smile went wider; God, he missed home already, but it was nice to see someone from his neck of the woods. "About four hours north of the Tennessee boarder, actually." His drawl is softer, more midwestern than a southern twang, but it's still there, recognizable underneath his vowels.
"And if you suggest Adirondack chairs one more time, I might be forced to do something drastic." Nathan laughed, eyebrows hitching up a bit, grin sitting easily on him now that he was sure Jim wasn't going to call him a freak.