Re: Esteem.
Nate appeared, Jimmy was less-concerned with that and more with the topic at hand. Though, because of their link Warpath felt momentarily comforted by the God of Darkness' embrace... weird. When that passed, his fists clenched and relaxed in pulses against the arms of the chair. "Fuckin' Julian," Jimmy said without prompting. "Little punk was probably in way over his head," he'd deduced. "Headstrong little..." he trailed off, the irony of Warpath calling someone overconfident currently lost on him. "I'm going to skin this mother-" he paused again, when he noticed Eva returning.
Nathaniel momentarily ignored the group near Eva's desk and focused on the Goddess of Motherhood. When she asked after Brayden, his arms tightened around her core even more. "He's burying his feelings and focusing on work," Caltrops told her with a small chuckle in his voice. "I wonder where he gets that from?" he asked not really expecting an answer, then returned Eva's kisses, unworried about their company. "If you need anything..." the second thing he'd said in a row that didn't need to be said. "You know..." he kissed Eva again then adjusted his readers.