Snorting out a little laugh, almost taken by surprise by it, Nathan half smiled, the barest curling of his lips, and nodded at the pack. "Those things'll kill you, you know."
Shifting awkwardly, he looked back at the door and then towards the kitchen, like gauging how far into the house he should go, how much was too much. "Uh, no, thanks." He rubbed the back of his head ruefully. "Kinda had the mother of all hangovers the past couple of days." A beat and then he adds, lowly, hope seeping into his voice even though he was trying desperately to keep it out. "Wouldn't say no to some coffee, though."