He was flying a little more than he would've back home. There was something calming about the way the wind whipped through his hair (which was still a little too long and needed to be cut) that just put him at ease. While he was in the air nothing could hurt him and everything just seemed to make perfect sense. The clouds would always be the clouds, the sky would always be the sky. He wasn't confused by Peter or Claire or his father up there. He was just... free to be himself and that was enough.
Landing a block from the cafe in an abandoned alleyway, Nathan dusted off his jacket before proceeding into the cafe. He looked around in an attempt to find a familiar blonde head among the crowd. Maybe she'd even be wearing that cheerleader outfit she'd been wearing when Peter first met her. Wouldn't that be a sight? He'd always hoped that if he had a daughter she'd be the pretty popular cheerleader type. He smiled his first real smile since Kirby plaza as he thought about her... his daughter. His Claire. He may not have been able to see his boys but he still had her. That was all he needed. As long as she believed in him and was willing to speak to him he could figure everything else out.
Spotting a somewhat older than expected with dark hair waving him over, that smile of his faltered just a little and Nathan approached her curiously. "Claire?" He asked, clear confused as he took a seat across from her. This wasn't really what he'd been expecting. "Your hair..." He remembered a little too late what Peter had said. Something about a surprise. As Nathan stared at his daughter from across the table he had the sneaking suspicion he wasn't going to like her explanation. Lifting his injured left hand he began to pick at the bandages as he studied her.