Taking in a slow breath, Nathan still didn't move. It was better to sit there, to not show the way his hands were shaking, or the mounting nausea that was making it hard to think. There was an explanation for last night. A simple explanation that Nathan hadn't thought of yet, but Jim would give it, and everything would be fine.
The candles and the plates were still out, pushed to the side a little so Nathan could use the table. He glanced at them and then back at Jim, working hard to keep his voice low and level. "Who? Sagramore?" A pause and then Nathan shook his head, laugh sounding harsh, even to his own ears. "Sorry, I don't think I'm following you. You, uh, you didn't come home all night."