"Ah." Nathan glanced at the cigarette and then away again, feeling awkward, like he was imposing. Like his hands were too big for his body or his arms weren't quite hanging right. He was a stranger in a strange house, now, not Jim's partner coming home. He had to remember that.
It looked like Jim wasn't having any trouble at all with the concept.
"Sorry," he said again, shoulders hunching forward, eyes locked on the floor. "I'm in your way. Just came for my stuff." Griffen's borrowed t-shirt was definitely too tight, but Nathan kind of thought at this point he'd rather buy all new clothes than have to be here, dealing with this. "I can come back another time."