Watching Jim carefully, something tense in Nathan's face eased at the other man's response to him. He scooted closer, wrapping his arm around Jim's shoulders and tucking him into his side. "Yeah?" he asked lowly, kissing Jim's temple, resting his forehead there as if he could somehow just make it all better, just by being close. "Want to tell me about it?" He half-smiled again, nudging Jim's knee with his own. "Thought we had an agreement about getting drunk. We'd do it together. Remember?"