Lucien snorted, let Nate be the one to turn it around. "I try." He said, kissing back. "But I still feel like an ass, yelling at you for something that was not really your fault." He kissed him again, and stroked his hair. "I'm just afraid...well I am always afraid, but I am afraid you are going to get frustrated with it." He sighed. "Did you know I was going to try to get into Emerson's liquor vault of doom earlier, but you stopped me."