"Give me something," he said tightly, almost a plea, knuckles white where he was holding onto the strap of his bag. "Anything. What Lexi said..."
Shaking his head, Nathan finally turned to look at him, eyes rimmed red but jaw tight, face held impassive. "Do you want me to leave? Is that it? Cause honest to God, Jim, I have no idea what to do, here."