He'd fully intended to leave. Maybe the town entirely - he seemed to recall having a normal life, before he'd followed some dream to this town, before he'd given up everything over some vague notion of the past. Nathan had gotten in his truck and started driving, even, in some hazy westward direction. He'd find someplace else, maybe, someplace entirely new. Start over. Never talk about wizards or kings, never think about a skinny, emotionally fucked up history teacher with blue eyes and a smile that was like the goddamn sun coming out. He'd become someone else. Someone not Nimue and not Nathan but something new. Something better.
Jim had said it was over. Like it was Nate's fault, like he'd done something or not done something. Like he was just supposed to ignore everything that'd happened. Jim had decided it was over, and that was that.
But, the thing was, Nathan hadn't decided it was over. He'd been so goddamn passive the whole fucking relationship, and even the ending was simply him going with what was happening, reacting to things instead of having some sort of control. Three hours into his drive, he suddenly clenched his jaw and pulled a very illegal and highly dangerous U-turn, nearly killing himself in the process and, luckily, avoiding getting pulled over.
Three hours after that - a little less, to be honest; he'd pushed the speed limit quite a bit - he was banging on Jim's door. Their door. Damn it, it was their door, and he was banging on it.